No Better Magic

June 2020

The serpentine swan with silvery wings
a pedalo passes with mum dad and twins
the lavenders shake with the bees
there’s no better magic than this

The rain as it leaves its beads on the pine
a shape of a cloud that’s made the boys smile
and a bird in the sky like the whole park is his
there’s no better magic than this

Maybe later on we’ll light a fire
hear the easiness from a tender choir
and then watch how the storm falls

When it’s finally here a summer day breeze
then summer is gone and we’re walking on leaves
and out to the bridge when the city’s in mist
there’s no better magic than this

The crisp of the air on cold sunny days
smoke rises up and a melody plays
there’s a man on his skates like the river is his
there’s no better magic than this