The Song of the Hawthorn Fairy

These thorny branches bore the May
So many months ago,
That when the scattered petals lay
Like drifts of fallen snow,
"This is the story's end," you said;
But O, not half was told!
For see, my haws are here instead,
And hungry birdies shall be fed
On these when days are cold.

By Cicily Mary Baker

So I hadn't realised this was an autumn rather than a spring fairy so will need to re Blip on the autumn!