Ephimera

Ephimera 
Queen of solitude
Ruler of the woodlands
Among the whitest birches
And pillars of poplars
The Empress of loneliness
At home among the pines
The Harlot of the hemlocks
The Druidess of
The firs and the oaks
Her Heart carved from stone 
Her eyes, crystal clear 
Colder than glaciers ice
Beware her touch 
beware the wild
When she casts her spells 
Be forwarned and 
blessed be the wisemen
Quick to come and
quicker to go 
She keeps low
Bedding in the ferns
Until darkness comes
When she begins to dance
with the crows