like fairy dust it covered the yard with a
sheen of brilliant gold, almost green
it caught in the afternoon sun
blanketing every surface
creating a sense of "other-world-ness"
until she sneezed, kicking up powdery clouds
and the magic was gone


Optimistic Existentialist said...

This poem is quite beautiful...and also quite apropos as springtime draws near :)

Charity said...

Thanks. It was both to meet a weekly prompt challenge, as well as a good description of how quickly my yard, car, and everything else was transformed less than 3 hours after a mid-day shower!

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Yes it's been like that where I live as well. I'm looking forward to your next post!