Author's note: This is a poem I wrote for Fireflower's birthday at the Lion's Call Forum. It is about a Hamadryad of Narnia during the hundred year winter. I've used the line things to separate the stanzas.
Disclaimer: Narnia is Lewis's and Bria belongs to Fireflower.
Slowly slipping into slumber
Standing stately in the snow
Coldness creeping into lumber
Coldness from an icy foe
Bria, Willow of the west
Hamadryad of the waste
Gently slipping into rest
Suddenly awakes in haste
In the stillness of the snow
Something moves just out of sight
Of the Lamppost's steadfast glow
Suddenly it's in the light
It's not a dwarf, not a faun
It is something strange and new
Bria blinks but it's not gone
What if it's the myth come true
From her roots up to her peak
She feels hope within her rise
Where things once looked very bleak
There is now a joyous surprise
