Autumn Spirit

 I met an autumn spirit in the woods and I followed her through the damp and stark November world. Through puddles and chill, mists and rain, brambles and twigs and meadows of flowers - dried golden and brown... Till the woodsy wild seeped into my bones, perhaps, my very soul. And I watched her gather herbs - sage - and thistles and pumpkins and mushrooms and wild onions for a fairy feast. And dusk came so early - blue and cold - but she carried her own warmth and light with her into the hazeled night.


Autumn Spirit: Rebekah
Jewelry: Rose Arbour