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