Early Spring Faery...

A young Faery, holding a flowering branch. She's a tiny creature, perched on faux twigs, who would stand perhaps 5 and 1/2 inches in her stocking feet. If she had stockings. More images before long.  (She'll be flying the eBay faery realm tonight or tomorrow.)
P.S. A possible change of plans: she may not fly as far as eBay, having perhaps found herself a home already, fortunate little creature. We shall see.

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The Once and Future NIADA Souvenir

THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS

            I WENT out to the hazel wood,
            Because a fire was in my head,
            And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
            And hooked a berry to a thread;
            And when white moths were on the wing,
            And moth-like stars were flickering out,
            I dropped the berry in a stream
            And caught a little silver trout.

            When I had laid it on the floor
            I went to blow the fire a-flame,
            But something rustled on the floor,
            And some one called me by my name:
            It had become a glimmering girl
            With apple blossom in her hair
            Who called me by my name and ran
            And faded through the brightening air.

            Though I am old with wandering
            Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
            I will find out where she has gone,
            And kiss her lips and take her hands;
            And walk among long dappled grass,
            And pluck till time and times are done
            The silver apples of the moon,
            The golden apples of the sun.

                                             ~William Butler Yeats

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