Back To My Roots

There is an old oak in my local woods which I have grown to love. It’s on its last legs now and I know I will be devastated when it finally falls. I wanted to honour this tree; imagining its tone of voice and all that it has witnessed. We all have our Sycamore Gap, and this one is mine. First published in Motherlore Magazine, Spring 2024. The editor has kindly given me permission to reproduce this here.