Description
from ‘Phillipa’
Fairy child among the fireflies,
be careful, for the trees have eyes;
to them you are but blade of grass
and nimble knot of bone.
Little deer with diamond hooves,
crossing the dark ravine alone.
What can I say to make you see?
You are the ember in the willow tree.
Thimble in the raven’s nest.
Water in the stone.
