Hedgerow Crown She waits to dance, atop her curls a loop of hazel, woven with dandelion, daisies, bluebells, buttercups, sprays of apple. A black bird swoops taking a bloom, sings of a gift the fairies gave, sings of Spring, her regrowth. Yet there is no dance to today, asks, Where is hawthorn’s crown of May? ©Anna Chorlton
