Gone is the Magic


Snow falls

in hushed tones

magically transforming all,

dressing trees in white,

lace-like filigree.

These trees now gone,

on the old dirt path,

victims of a wilderness

lost to landscaping,

taming the wild

into manicured parks,

leaving many animals now


leaving a loss

of beauty that once reigned


20 responses

  1. Ellen, that’s beautiful and full of atmosphere, warm regards M.


    December 10, 2013 at 12:11 PM

    • Thanks so much, Mitza. Hope you are enjoying the near beginning of winter. xx ellen


      December 11, 2013 at 12:42 PM

  2. magnifique… my very best and tons of inspiration, cheers! Mélanie


    December 10, 2013 at 12:14 PM

  3. Caddo

    Beautiful imagery, Ellen! I love the lace filigree, especially.


    December 10, 2013 at 3:24 PM

  4. Ellen, you’ve captured the desolation left when the course of the beauty of nature is tampered with. I feel the pathos in this lovely poem. Where are the trees to be adorned by the snow? The snow falls in anticipation of alighting upon the tree branches…We must bring the magic back, and it can be done, because until then, there is only a gaping emptiness…


    December 10, 2013 at 10:23 PM

    • What a poetic reply. Thank you so much for writing. I always admire your posts, Dee, though I don’t comment a lot, and I admire your comment above, with the snow falling in anticipation of alighting on trees– so beautiful!


      December 11, 2013 at 12:45 PM

  5. Genie

    A sad truth penned in your poem.
    Super the way you used words for its title; you used the adjective “Gone” before the verb “Magic” — makes the poem have more power.
    Usually one would say: The Magic is Gone, however, by changing the words around it puts the emphasis on: Gone.


    December 11, 2013 at 12:50 PM

    • Thank you, Genie. You really attend to titles. Glad you liked it but, yes, a sad truth. Thanks for the feedback!


      December 11, 2013 at 4:41 PM

      • Genie

        I pay attention to every detail of a poem. The slightest change in a punctation mark and/or placement of words makes an entire poem completely different.


        December 12, 2013 at 1:14 PM

      • You’re right. And it shows in your posts!!


        December 12, 2013 at 2:39 PM

  6. Genie

    Herbicide-pesticide-parks, sinkholes and a scorched earth. It’s a crime.


    December 12, 2013 at 4:46 PM

  7. Beautiful image and poetry … thank you for being and sharing!


    December 14, 2013 at 7:44 AM

    • Wow, thank YOU, Bert! Have been on the road so will catch up with your post today hopefully. Blessings, Ellen 😊


      December 14, 2013 at 10:42 AM

  8. And it’s happening all over the world. And when they need homes and food and make their way into towns, we shriek and call animal control or wildlife personnel and have the animal shot in some cases. Where are they to go?


    December 16, 2013 at 7:21 PM

    • *It is heartbreaking. We invade their space and then have them shot. You are right all the way!! *


      December 16, 2013 at 8:04 PM

  9. looks so cool 🙂


    December 23, 2013 at 1:16 AM

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