Wild Woodland Willa

 

Willa

If you see her tiny footprints in the snow,

follow but be careful where you go.

You may find her hiding there,

a crown of lichen in her hair,

a weathered frock of moth-wing lace,

a far off smile upon her face,

wild woodland Willa,

lost in thoughts of spring,

and starlit dances round

a meadow faerie ring.

 
Willa
 

Willa
Willa

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Aeweth

 

 
Aeweth
 

Sometimes, while out walking in the wood, I stumble on tiny traces that the wee folk are indeed still here and have not abandoned it for warmer places. Today, I stumbled on this lovely little treasure, a flaming jewel against the snow and ice. I left a little offering of honeyed almonds, said the appropriate greeting, and Aeweth, a little snow sprite, came to collect it (if only I could go about like that without ever feeling the cold!).

Aeweth

 
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Aeweth