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| "Hawthorn in Summer "ink and watercolour |
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| "Hawthorn tree "ink and watercolour |
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| "Sunset threough the Hawthorn " ink and watercolour |
Eurogy for a Hawthorn'
Daily we walked , my dog and I on the lane to the
mountain
blue, purple, pink, grey, shrouded, misty, snow covered
the seasons rolled by.
On the way
the thorn tree
silhouetted against Kadeen
stark gnarled spiky in winter, bird bedecked
soft green, white buds, scented blossom in spring, bird nesting
in summer a twittering dome of sparkling jade
by autumn ripe berried shiny red, russet leaves
dark, stoic once again by Christmas
"my pet tree" I named it
a comforting constant , an ancient friend
( little people dwelt deep in the roots )
In July a spiky branch
scratched a passing
tractor
dark trunk was
gripped, wrenched, toppled
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| "Hawthorn at Sunrise "ink and watercolour |
from soil,
roots bare, exposed, broken .
there it lies
no blossoms
no leaves
no berries
A decaying skeleton.
Does it feel the sun and rain ?
by Gertrude Doyle January 2019
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