HOW ACORN MAIDEN GOT THROUGH THE COLD NIGHT

Acorn maiden hit the sack
Felt a chill run down her back

Searched for linens soft and thick
Something here will do the trick

Nothing found could warm her though
Feet felt like they were in snow

Maybe dreams will find me heat
Tucked into her soft thin sheet

She took her cap from her head
Laid it down next to her bed

And her hair began to flow
Seeking out new places low

Over bedframe’s oaken lip
To the floor silently slipped

Poked between the beams and found
Hidden gateway to the ground

Acorn maiden’s hair so long
Ancient wise and ancient strong

Penetrated then the earth
En voyage for a warm berth

Past spiders and things that grow
Until reaching a red glow

There it planted for the night
Pumping heat along its height

Acorn maiden thus could sleep
Warmed by the Earth’s heart so deep