Thousands of elm seeds have fallen in great drifts in my street.
on to steps and porches,
like children, they play,
with the wild gift of
A girl scoots through an elm seed drift
as though through snow;
This is the time of Elm,
through its dance, it speaks.
Brighton has many elms, they are famous survivors. We have possibly the oldest surviving English Elms in the world in Preston Park just down the road. They’re called The Preston Twins. Hollow giants, they’re home to bats and, if one is lucky, one may see a White Letter Hairstreak butterfly flitting among the canopy leaves in early summer. There are few mature English Elms beyond Brighton because Dutch elm disease has wiped out all but the odd one.
“Dreams are the seeds of change.
Nothing ever grows without a seed, and nothing ever changes without a dream.” (Debby Boone)
I have seeds of inspiration…