The Little Asby Hawthorn spends most of its time undisturbed by humans, a solitary figure beneath a wide open sky. Today it had some visitors … Read More
Introducing Little Asby Hawthorn
despite despite and only
despite the wind, despite the challenges … a poem on the thriving of this isolated hawthorn. Read More
Darkness Fell: Painting a tree with light
in secret untrod land of night hawthorn riding stonebone waves of an ancient sea spirits are starlight At the beginning of the project we knew that we wanted to visit the trees during all of the seasons to experience their landscape in different types of weathers. Feel what they have to endure through the annual… Read More
A Woodland of Words
A gathering of poems about trees into a woody anthology – contributions are coming in. Read More
The age of trees
Time is wrapped in moss, bud, lichen.
Gnarled bark holds secrets of years
for a wild tree never tells … Read More
Midwinter walk, with oak and moonlight
We drove in. The lake was grey. The screes grey, the sky grey. Rain. Wind whipping the water into spray. All grey and bracken brown. Read More
Into the earth
Even a bare hawthorn can roar in winter wind. Read More
THE LONG VIEW 