Dryads brown as the leaf.

Purplerays

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    Dryads

    When meadows are grey with the morn
    In the dusk of the woods it is night:
    The oak and the birch and the pine
    War with the glimmer of light.

    Dryads brown as the leaf
    Move in the gloom of the glade;
    When meadows are grey with the morn
    Dim night in the wood has delayed.

    The cocks that crow to the land
    Are faint and hollow and shrill:
    Dryads brown as the leaf
    Whisper, and hide, and are still.

    By Siegfried Sassoon

    Artist Erica Wexler.

            Text and image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/531188960392510/posts/1829572830554110/

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