Into The Woods
This fantastically colourful book pays homage to our woodlands.
Debbies paintings capture the seasons, the sentiments and the importance of Britain’s vibrant keystone species of trees. Each painting is excellently coupled with a poem by Gary.​ A striking, uplifting coffee table book - for those who love trees and poems about them.
A striking collection of Gary's poems accompanied by paintings from the Treescape artist Debbie Baxter.
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An Extract
Bluebells
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Fettered sunlight through bare trees
Kissing early morning dew
Sparkled on a carpet of
Ten thousand bells of blue
All was still and quiet
Breathless was the breeze
An enchanted sweep of blue and violet
Tickling trunks of trees.
Hushed ‘neath the bells, the fairies hid
Observing me unseen
And I knew not to disturb them
So kept to the path between
I felt their gaze upon me
Peering from the blue
Waiting ‘til I’d passed by
Cos when I was out of view
They’d gather up their fairy dust
And flutter on the wing
Sprinkling magic on the woodland
And bringing on the Spring.
Snow Drops
I walk for miles in cold crisp air
The sun so low the forest bleak
When in a clearing over there
I see the nuns I come to seek
Heads bowed down as if contrite
The woodland floor a sea of white
Like lightness in a winter dark
They touch my soul I hear their prayer
Such tenderness in harshness stark
Delicate in the freezing air
A gentle floral envelope
That ushers in a spark of hope
A triumph over adversity
White and pure the queen of hearts
Banishes uncertainty
A prelude heralding springtime’s start
And gives me the courage to believe
You need not holler to achieve.
I kneel aside their beauty bright
I thank them then I say goodbye
I know they fear not winters night
I whisper softly I know why
The dingle dangle I’ve come to know
Are at one with drops of snow.
Darkness taken from my heart
By angels melting winters air
I steal a look and then depart
And know that next year they’ll be there
A sea of white on the woodland floor
I sought and found what I came here for.