Reflections of Narnia

This started out as a season "mood" poem about Autumn, but there must be magic in the air...Narnia kept breaking in.

Reflections of Narnia
 
White clouds drift across blue sky
Cool breeze blows upon my face
Wind through branches with a sigh
Morning shows its Autumn grace
 
Red squirrel seeking nuts to store
And cats prowling upon the lawn
Enchantment opens magic door
And I expect to see a fawn
 
A Narnian day, so fresh and bright
The sea is lapping at on the sands
And dawn is treading very light
This is my home, these are my lands
 
And when it will be, no one can say
But the Lion will come again one day