The Worm Witch sat and felt her children dig through the soil, breaking apart and enriching the earth. She felt the warmth of their passage and judged them to be good. She blessed them with her magic: The power of rotten leaves and soft rain.
Autumn was her time. As she rose and brushed the dirt from her hands she reflected that what was pleasant was not the same as what was necessary.
Few would call her beautiful, but she cast her spells through the forest’s leaf-strewn paths; renewing it, preparing it for the long winter and the next spring.

“Witch’s Butter” by pellaea is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

Everyday Drabbles © 2025 by Hugh J. O’Donnell is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.

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