There is magic everywhere

Its October and Samhuin will soon

see thinning paths to those who came

Before  and left  to journey far

the ritual fire  the coloured flame

the old brick walls of varying hues

accosted by the seeds of time

greys and silvers splotches come

patterning  I have seen some

All sorts  of colours  meet the eye

deftly brushed framed by the sky

cadmium and brimstone there

grizzly hoary frosted air

unnamed lichens squatters  they

came as seeds from far away

They rest  awhile on stones and wood

seeking crannies

That would  be good

liverworts all crusty souls

apparently with different roles

its all about substance so they say

the goldfinch and chaffinch that work a way

with moss and hair and tendrils dry

like artists so much they apply

threadlike stalks and pointy hats

winter foliage tiny spats

of colour edged with crimson spots

that few see despite lots and lots

only the minutiae apparently

and an odd poet yea like me.