We are not as whimsical as a Midsummer daisy petal,
True, we love the scent of Summer and Spring,
Yet in Midwinter beneath the earth we are working, slumbering.
We carve hollow hills,
Shape the good earth beneath,
Making magical caverns of which only some speak.
Here crystals glint with unspeakable enchantment,
Beneath the earth, our winter days are spent.
We use healing words of prophecy,
Making music so wildly,
Composing delectable poetry,
Rhymes we use so sweetly.
Us fey know what to do and say,
Enjoying our subterranean ways.
You say we are shy folk,wee folk, sure we are,
But we arent like that when from humans we are far!
Us fey we are not as fickle as a Midsummer daisy petal.
Here to the rich, dark earth we go,
Down beneath the thickest mantle of snow.
A poem written from the faeries perspective..about the Midwinter Fey