Enchantment Poem by Paula Glynn

Snow swirls from a winter sky,
Ice glistens on the frozen ground,
A story of winter here,
As trees stripped bare of life,
Of animals hiding in hidden places,
Myth and mystery likened to night-time fears,
The moonshine gleaming in my eyes,
And I shall walk like a restless spirit in the woods,
The clock striking the thirteenth hour,
Mother Nature with a hidden power,
Flowers listening with their magical ears,
Glinting in the silvery moonlight,
That makes the reality of daytime disappear,
And silence is golden here,
Fairies and trolls casting magical spells,
Trapping evil in the retreating shadows,
For no one can predict the woods at night,
Even with a moon shining bright,
And whispers play the mind in the winter night.
As ice and snow crunch under my feet,
And I feel the frigid air in my breath,
So cold, I could also imagine myself close to death,
But I move forward, letting my soul,
Guide me towards safety,
And to a freeing sunrise,
A dark, cold and eerie night only a memory,
Although a fearsome one full of night's treachery.