Pixie Dust

She awoke to frosted windows
wrapped herself
in her comfy blanket
scraped a peek hole
to the outside world.
Her eyes now a child’s…

She looked about with wonder
snow crystals suspended,
glistening in the sun’s rays.
She looked heavenward
searching for the Source…
Who was sprinkling magic,
pixie dust to blanket
the hibernating earth?
Pine trees accepted the glittering gift,
and Earth snuggled
beneath the magical veil.
A hawk flew overhead
beckoning her on an adventure.
Her heart opened,
a pixie dust awakening…

Namaste,
L and Muse

Hawk Eye

Me looking at you,
you looking at me,
or am I facing myself
in the mirror…
a magic mirror
creating the illusion
of two identical eyes
when in truth
it is one eye looking
into itself…
perhaps peering into
my own heart
for an inner truth
that perhaps
eluded me…
after all,
I am
a red-tail hawk
and have never
peered into my own eye before…
I am
fascinated
by the depths
I never truly knew existed.
I must
visit this mirror again.

Namaste,
L and Muse