A winter eagle came to me
And flapped her wings into this dream
Winter sun on morning trees
Winding roots touch water’s edge
Her beauty sweeps me into tears
I turn my body
To Winter Eagle
We are face to face
Wisdom White
Head and Tail
Her presence is my grace
Into my heart she shines a mirror
The gift of kindred souls
Story by Little Drum
1 comment:
How simply, perfectly, beautiful! Nope, your picture is much, much cooler than what I saw today. What a wonderment to witness. (I don't know if that's a word)
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