Trust

trust the birds to chirp in the spring...
The flowers to throw their scents sky high...
the sea waving luminous algae...
on a bright moon night...

the crooked chimney...
the puffs of smoke...
send cherie mints of what's in the pot brewing...
nope,
this is not a story about witches and wizards...
it is a simple non flashy scene of an old woman...
with holes in her shoes..
brewing thin soup with chewy turnip ends...
and rubbery fish fries...
a cat with soft brown padded paws making circles around the pouch waiting for its meagre share...

trust the fairy tales to weave fantasies...
trust the magic to spun escapes for normality...
filling life with awe and mystical wharves...
a way of trusting a lively life...
of the excitement it offers...