Waning autumn
Waxing spring
Valiant summer
From her lair brings
The flighty pixie
Preferring her mind
To the company
Of the rest of the blind
In her free moments
She’s drawn to this realm
To whisk away hours
Under emerald elm
In solitary throne,
Queen of the Cascades
High above in solitude
In splatterings of shade
Till the ebbing of day
Calls her down
And no longer
Does she hold the crown