Oak Man
In yonder tree an Oak Man dwells
with weathered face of ancient bark
He sees through eyes of branches past
A world beyond our human grasp
He shivers as the urging sap
Fills his twisted limbs with life
Toes embraced by warm dark earth
As Gaia grants a calm re-birth
Melting snow a long cool draught
Awakens moss and meadow grass
And all about his spreading feet
Faeries dance as merry meet
Springtime leaves receive warm sun
Fingers green for Oak Man’s hands
They glisten in the morning dew
Affording shade all summer through
Rest upon the moss awhile
Receive His warm embrace
Absorb the wisdom offered here
A gentle turning of the year.
Among soft herbs you drift to sleep
A wand of borage blue
Casts the circle for your vision
Of unicorns and dragons,
Ridden.
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