Leaving our winter poem here so that you may enjoy it in spring, summer and autumn...
The nights between Christmas and Twelfth Night are a time of tradition and superstition, of tales told by the fireside, of marauding spirits - perfect for Christopher's cautionary poem.
Look askance at the glade
Await the call
In summer’s amber
And winter’s blaze
Autumn’s angles
And spring’s tirade
Up with the sap
Out with the hour
Seven silver birches guard
The key to this season’s bower