Category Archives: Trees our silent friends

Master mistress schooling

Master Mistress schooling Pooling ruling fooling who The trees in leaf The sky above so grey And it is time For a giant BEECH Someone did teach It’s roots were shallow laid The weight of this A maidens kiss The … Continue reading

No greater love story

Betulaceau a family tree A lover for life Extraordinary Admiration for one so bold A prodigy on it I am sold Enigmatic a surprising tree Who loves the fen lands And there they be Feet in the water Peat saturated … Continue reading

Cherry (immortality and Divination)

Marescence is a peculiar trait For the cherry Its holds its leaves It will not let them go Not until the new flush Of the next Spring comes to bear Purposeful and affirming It does share Its burnished pewter bark … Continue reading

The Oak

All of them are silent friends In unchallenged supremacy Stands the oak Its massive strength Its grandeur The tree of life for me An Oak A lover of the eternal light A great force to be reckoned with Behold the … Continue reading

Hawthorns under the poets eyes

Hedgerows up and down the country Flourish in a twinkling they Undoubtedly offer indigenous growth Every single day Country roads have an abundance Of wild plants many who Live around the Hawthorn and share the hedge lined stew They can … Continue reading

The Ash Tree Celtic tree of now 18/2-17/3

The Ash grabs all the light It can Its pinnate leaves Provide a plan A dampish base A lime rich soil Whether Oak or Ash It seems to boil Down to Ash when the liming Grows Where Dogwood and Privet … Continue reading

Magickal whittling

A length of willow Tearfully sprung Witches brooms Were once among The uses for a branch To be Held and whittled Lovingly An aromatic inspiration Feminine and lissom too The outer green and inner bark stripped Where once great beads … Continue reading

The Elder and the Birch

The Elder ends its reign On the twenty second day Of December Then on the 24th The Birch kicks in Her way Set for her through The Wintry months The dark months Where her light Opens up a path for … Continue reading

It blew me away

It clear blew me away To the islands of fae Where the white maidens Dance Its one great Celtic chance To see with my eyes The ultimate prize In the forest of Thorn Where green mosses adorn The silvery papery … Continue reading

Birch

I call the birch the poppy tree Disturb ground and it arrives its like a new beginning And from such thoughts survives As The phantom of the forest Its soulful silvery gaze Under a moon of yellow Its countenance does … Continue reading