Best Hawthorn Poems
BRIDAL DRESS FOR THE HAWTHORN TREE
In the church garden fair,
One glorious May day near the ides -
Blossom on gown and hair
Flowing, floating down her sides,
Bosom and bouquet - the bride’s
Glowing in the warm spring embrace
Of her golden groom. She flowers
With bloom on her cheeks and face;
Then, in light petalled showers,
She fills the wood’s fragrant bowers:
Blossom-confetti litters and turns
To white the path through her roots unseen.
Then the hawthorn tree returns
Again to her everyday working green -
From her role as May Queen.
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NOTE
The hawthorn tree in bloom with white flowers in spring is a beautiful
sight, but lasts only a short time, like a wedding celebration.
Hawthorn trees are known as May trees, and they appear in the proverb
“Cast ne’er a clout till May is out.” Many people think this means
you must keep wearing winter clothers till the end of the month of May,
but it really means until the May tree’s blossom-flowers are out.
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Written by Sydney Peck 2 February 2012
Entered in Francine Roberts's Contest "English quintain a spring day"
On the edge of summer
When cherry blossoms bloom
They make sad faces smile
Pink bewitching flower
With power to beguile.
On the edge of summer
Green hedgerows growing spry
Woodbine’s singular spell
Sparks hawthorn harmony
''tis place where fairies dwell.
On the edge of summer
White brimstone butterfly
Dog rose grows fancy-free
Forget-me-knots flutter
An early bee I see.
On the edge of summer
Hedgerow is a busy place
Enthralled by this small sphere
World of innate wonder
Spellbinding every year.
Hawthorn grows abundantly in Ireland and is considered the fairy tree in Celtic mythology.
Pixabay Image by congerdesign
A familiar scene to all who walk this lovely
Spot, as into view close by the river path
Comes something which is not
The usual day-to-day. All who pass her pause,
Then stop to gaze on Haguthorn's display,
Beyond any season's best this year
And many pose a selfy, or compose
Admiring shots. Two neigbour trees
Beside the Thames compete,
In different ways, though one outshines
The other with its beauty on display.
A thousand crimson berries deck this finer
Necklaced tree, which is barren of all leaf
As admirers plainly see, while beside this jewelled
Haw Is a Holly fully wreathed, yet without her
Scarlet trophies, save for one or two beneath.
The cameras and the selfies look for one
Shot in their lense, the one which bears
Abundant fruit is posted to dear friends.
It's Hawthorn hedge still keeps to shape
The fields and country lanes, while Holly only
Decks the halls and then comes down again.
Haw berries heal the weakened heart
and gladden hearts with wine.
Haw adorns spring with bridal gown
And sustains the winter singing thrush
Though holly seems the finer crown
It's thrown by end of Christmas rush.
When all season's fuss is come and gone
Haw's bearing of abundant fruit
Gains true 'welcome!', and 'Well done!'
to see hawthorn on the Summer hedges
bluebirds on the ledges of the low lying sill
near the old cotton mill
bird song fills the air, chirping cheeping, caterpillars creeping.,
through the leaves of green
glistening in the summer sun.
A
sparrow
hawk alights-
the chattering
stops.
It peeks
from behind the hawthorn
with serenity it glows,
abundantly bright
a radiant red staring
directly off to the sun
pristine it's pull
calling out
a romantic prose
winds dance within
this her rose
stirring and stunning
insurmountable
seduction at hand
daylight bows to her
shadows tantalize
slowly moving
in and out
of sight
long before
the beds are full
her delicate bud
excitingly blooms
Somewhere Down Over South Hawthorn's Way
That’s where we would always meet at the dark
End of the street in the moon's shadow
Teenagers sneakin' some kissin', some huggin'
And some lovin' until the break of day and just
A little bit more again until sunset tomorrow!
As another summer night finds us on fire
Entertaining the feeling of our souls new found
Desire now come hail or high water and the
Passion explodes like thunder!
Young and kindred spirits fresh out of puberty
Giving into our ecstasy 'til the break of day and
Then just a little more again until sunset tomorrow!
Oh Somewhere Down Over South Hawthorn's Way
That’s where we would always meet at the dark
End of the street in the moon's shadow
Teenagers sneakin' some kissin', some huggin'
And some lovin' until the break of day and just
A little bit more again until sunset tomorrow
Somewhere, Somewhere Down Over South Hawthorn's Way!
THE HAWTHORN BRIDAL DRESS
Gone the winter of empty arms ,
Her fresh face is radiant with charms.
In the church garden fair,
One glorious May day near the ides -
Blossom on gown, hair,
Bosom and bouquet - the bride’s
Glowing in the warm embrace
Of her golden groom. She flowers
With bloom on her cheeks and face;
Then, in light petalled showers,
Blossom -confetti litters and turns
To white the path through her roots unseen.
Then the hawthorn tree returns
Again to her everyday working green .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
NOTE
The hawthorn tree in bloom in May is a beautiful sight, but lasts only a short time, like
a wedding celebration. Hawthorn trees are known as May trees, and they appear in the
proverb “Cast ne’er a clout till May is out.” Many people think this means you must
keep wearing winter clothers till the end of the month of May, but it really means until
the May tree’s blossom-flowers are out.
(Here endeth the lesson.)