She’s a cunning fool Beautiful like tiny droplets falling Landing gracefully on brittle blood orange leaves Dancing in between the cracks of new and old Weathered, she is strong Growing from the branches of inevitable Predictable as a full grown tree with disfigured twigs We really don’t know her, we are naive The ground is cold, but crunches underneath her clouded breath Just breathe This vindicated pixie, carvings green and black Forever engraved, just to feel life sprout and jump From her veins She tussles with the wind Collecting stones to weave In her basket of leaves They never stay She’s not pretty like the flowers in May Instead she’s haunting and brisk Like the leaves of fall Covered in a thick and heavy fog Lonesome she walks to a side unspoken But preparing for the cold dewy walk on ground unbroken This vindicated pixie, she’s stronger than you and me.