Winter Magic

Sometimes it seems in the blink of an eye
A magical being passes me by
I turn and stare intently,
For was it a pixie I saw?
But my room is bare, for magic
There is no more
Then in my dreams she reappears
And swipes away all my deepest fears
For she is a butterfly, elegant and free
Gracefully perched on the branch of a tree
If I lost her our unique connection
Would no longer insure eternal protection
But to witness her you have to be quick
She will be gone in a trace!
My pixie is from a phenomenal place
My pixie really is the loveliest thing on Earth
But all she can think about is mischief and mirth
She flourishes where the frosty winds blow
Deep in my heart, flaked with snow.