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IT IS MAGIC TIME

Story ID:1020
Written by:Frederick William Wickert (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Musings, Essays and Such
Location:Gilboa New York USA
Year:2006
Person:AUTUMN
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IT IS MAGIC TIME

IT IS MAGIC TIME

IT IS MAGIC TIME

IT IS MAGIC TIME

IT IS MAGIC TIME

IT IS MAGIC TIME
By Fred Wickert



It is that time of year. The time when magic appears upon the land. The time when all the world changes. When sparkling white frost appears on the land at sunrise. The time when skies are azure blue. The time when the air is so clear one can see for miles into a smoky haze on the horizon.

It is a time when squirrels, chipmunks, turkeys, deer and bear rustle in the leaves for the acorns upon the ground. A time when the sound of motion among the leaves carries for long distances. A time when wood smoke curls lazily skyward, and the breeze carries itís unmistakable odor.

It is a time when all the trees turn so many different beautiful colors. Yellows, reds and purples, turning the distant mountain tops purple in the haze. It is a time of green spires of the evergreens sandwiched in among all of those glorious colors.

It is a time when the call of the wild goose sounds early in the morning and late in the evening as they fly to and from the fields by day and the bodies of water where they seek safety and shelter during the night. A time when all the colored leaves swirl and dance and delight as they fall to the ground.

It is a time when children play and leap and roll and laugh in large mounds of piled up dry leaves. It is a time for the pussy cats to loll in the sun and for the blue jays to drop acorns to the ground just for fun.

It is a time for day dreaming in the sun. A time for love and romance to be kindled. A time for pumpkins and winter squash and Indian corn and corn stalks and apple picking and cider with donuts.

It is the time of year when magic changes the landscape, when ghosts and ghouls and goblins go trick or treat, searching for wondrous surprises and delightful sweets. It is a time of wonder, a time of joy, a time of harvest from the Lordís bounty given. It is Magic time.