Maiden and Unicorn

The girl child
Not long past toddlerhood
Body pressed
Against the white board fence
Leans into the presence of
The White Horse.
His great head drops
To her side.
She is still.
His breath tickles
The soft baby hair of her cheek.
His eye comes level with hers
And in that moment a mystic
Exchange is made.
His milk chocolate eye
Melts into her heart,
Full of mystery, adventure, surrender;
The connection of Maiden and Unicorn.
 
                            

                                       Lynnea Honn
                                       Sutter Creek