Pixie Dust Magic
Tiny sprinkles of blush and pixie dust
Sparkles in a straight line from sun’s light.
The OEs (overeducated) may give credit to the sun.
They are unaware of the power of the fey.
I watch this pixie dust land on buds that will bloom tomorrow.
Roses, lilies, daffodils and willow trees, responding to this magic.
The OEs will probably sprinkle them with water, thinking they did it.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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