Ethel Reel maiden of the forest

With her amethyst stone
and her Indian Bells
The maid of the forest
where else she dwells
floats like a kind
of apparition
clearly on a healing
mission
purple leggings, purple bodice
some call her the purple goddess
calm and thoughtful
mindful too
of wild one’s and
all that they do
foraging avidly
roaming free
this is the life
but its solitary
under the trees
on October days
when the wind blows
cruel
and has cutting ways
it chills ones
ears and freezes
one’s nose
and stiffen the legs
I do suppose
but its then when she
comes with her bags
of food
rings her bells
she won’t intrude
without calling first
and casting light
from her amethyst stone
the refraction, right
diadems float
this way and that
and from the forest
the wild folk at
her beck and call
come running they
like to be patted by her
each day
and so do I, its of course
a thrill
for Ethyl Reel
has such appeal
her hands so soft
despite the way
she works
so smooth as the
whitest clay
her heart is warm
her ways so fine
I know I wish that she
was mine
but she’s a maiden
of the forest dells
the maiden who rings
her clearing bells
she carries her amethyst stone
aloft
and the rainbows create
a mood so soft
like a moonlit night
like a fresh spring cloud
like a snowflake
richly she’s endowed
and the wild one’s know
and they just appear
from the thickets of thorns
that all hunters fear
to the tall birch trees
where the leaves of gold
cascade down on paths
and gently hold
countenance to those
spirits who
love the work that the maidens do
go out in the forest
when all is quiet
ring their bells
however slight
buffeted by the
harshest of hail
that chill their bones
as they follow the trail
tender and loving
draws the crowd
and clearly these gal’s
can stand up proud

Ethyl Reel she leads them all
she is positively lovely
and has a call
Like a nightingale
and a song thrush who
have joined together
to try and woo
another possibly off some tree
with a “whoo whoo” here
and a “look its me”
Ethyl Reel no one compares
and the fact that her time and food
she shares
with the wild tousled, has to be
a calling described as heavenly