There is magic in this wood
It rises up like the earthy scent
That clings to hands and legs and faces.
Look closely and you can see it glitter
In the piles of icy snow that have accumulated
In the sheltered hollows of lovers’ eyes.
Entwined like fragile branches that break with a snap,
They find each other at dusk; caught for
A moment in that in-between world of wishes and
Whispering leaves that chant spells
To keep them bound to this place and each other;
Earthly magic, tender as touch.