Magic and Magic,
Spring and Spring
Trees eveanesce once they have bloomed each spring.
They disappear in humdrum hues and we
Ride past them unaware. A magic ring
Is cut in bark. Invisibility
Results. As if they were not ever there
In puffed meringues on trunks, the white, the pink,
The white and pink, they all have gone somewhere
Past sight. A wizard’s wand makes each one shrink
To nothingness in boringest of greens.
As if their shapes have disappeared as well
They go, as if the charms of springtime scenes
Were never there like pastries in pastel.
Not eaten up by death, they persevere.
They undergo a spell … then reappear.