on the subject of magic

While we're on the subject of magic
did you see the buds on the blueberry bushes
this morning with that particular angle
of the rising sun?
White petals smaller than fingernails
wrapped tight but ready with possibility.

Or - there was the way the shadows played
on the leaf strewn path
through the still bare branches
drawing lines of fate, fleeting.

There was also the brilliant eye of moon
rising over the roof
seeing into our hearts
and knowing.