In the Shadow of the Poplar Forest
4th May 2020
A grove of silver poplars loom over our home. Pohp-Lahr. How beautiful is that word? They are an invasive species, but undoubtedly a very elegant one. One sees them in the countryside on long drives, clustering around streams like sentinels. I love living in their shadow. They are also just out of reach. Always there, but always a little mysterious.
They are like the dark forests of childhood. Those imaginary places where old hags and tricksy wolves reside.