I am hawthorn Beautiful and forbidding I inspire reverence a healthy reticence. You might find me near holy wells and people tend not to trespass when they spot my copious blossoms waving white from roadsides through May and June because it’s widely known I hold the sí in the shade of my embrace. I’m bountiful, not half as austere as people think, I let brides pick my boughs in Bealtaine pluck my haws at Halloween and for eons I’ve been...
