A little bit of fantasy for my granddaughter. |
| Guardian of Dreams The winter moon echoes off her pale form beaming light into darkness where violet eyes scan for threats against her young charges. Silently she picks her way through forest undergrowth . where soft earth cushions diamond crusted hooves From the tip of her horn stardust twists into the evening air carrying xenias for the wise while sapphires braided into her mane flirt with the night. Unbridled, she runs free across the meadows of imagination, her silken tail held high, a queen's standard. Though kings court her, only a child can lead her. ~~ Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▶︎ |