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.