Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Gréne Nunfæmne of Néahwudu


Soft steps patter down the path
Steady trudge with conviction
Watched from the brush by Titania
Eyed from the sky by María
Measured pace on through the wood
The scent of spruce, the song of wrens
A step, a step a day a year
Whither mote she rove tómorgen
Eala, Þæt wæs god gefæmne