From dawn till dusk across seasons they stand

Tall and here, with bare winter arms

Their silhouettes framed by changing skies,

All creatures find home, space to heal and rest

Within oak, beech, ash, rowan and yew-

Can see solid bodies, skeletal branches in shadow

Shining bright with the light of a thousand suns

They stand tall and here, with bare winter arms

Sentient, silent, wizened and still.

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Dec 2020-Feb 2021