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Seven Silver Birches

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


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