A wee poem this evening, which I hope will bring you a little cheer as the darkness sets in for the season. It’s really feeling like winter now and while I’m sad to leave autumn behind for another year there’s certainly something to be said for sitting indoors, wrapped up in a warm woolly blanket, listening to the wind beat the rain off your windows. I’m even a little disappointed that our electricity workers have become so efficient lately. We had a storm reaching hurricane force the other night and there was me waiting all eagerly with my books and candles and flask of tea. But nope, hardly a flicker all night. Maybe I should’ve just turned out the lights and pretended. Or maybe not…
Anyway, I’m not that big a fan of winter. Especially if I have to go outside in it, which is far too often for my liking. The next time I’m off struggling against a gale while being suffocated by my scarf with my nose about to break off like an icicle, though, I’ll try my best to remember our mischievous little fae friends below. (Also, the image is the latest of my gimpy creations. It’s not actually finished, but I’m thinking this year’s Christmas cards perhaps?)
About the Fairies
By Jean Ingelow
Pray, where are the little bluebells gone,
That lately bloomed in the wood?
Why, the fairies have each taken one,
And put it on for a hood.
And where are the pretty grass-stalks gone,
That waved in the summer breeze?
Oh, the fairies have taken them, every one,
To plant in their gardens like trees.
And where are the great big blue-bottles gone,
That buzzed in their busy pride?
Oh, the fairies have caught them, every one,
And have broken them in to ride.
And they’ve taken the glow-worms to light their halls,
And the cricket to sing them a song,
And the great red rose leaves to paper their walls,
And they’re feasting the whole night long.
And when Spring comes back, with its mild soft ray,
And the ripple of gentle rain,
The fairies bring what they’ve taken away,
And give it us all again.