May

A wild and natural guardian we see them everywhere
The hedgerows and the lay byes
Festooned with cream and ermine share
Such fragrance realise
The gorgeous scents around
The wildest of wild perfumes
That anyone has found
Woven its Natures tribute
Hawthorn a wonderful tree
Cratageous and we know it well
Where in April and May we see
It gets to the heart of problems
Where Haws and blossoms grow
shield bugs The yellow hammer
Wood mice come and go
May and the First pure bounteous blooms
From shiny leaves that show

The inner child the magic
Just look down country lanes
Where tractors chug out dark exhaust
Going to great pains
We see the glorious Hawthorn
Giving us their all
It’s heady scent is heaven bent
Creating a floral wall

groves of true creation
Sown by wind and rain
A truly powerful barrier
A hedging that can gain
Access from the sharpest thorns
The knotted branches they
Wind and weirdly wrestle
In the pure light of the day.