Duir
by Brand

In the winter you are ancient.
Gnarled and bare, severity twists your limbs
A crown of ice bows your head
Made joyless from long endured duty

You would be most fearsome if this were your only face

But in the spring you transform
An old man reclaiming lost vigour when he laughs
A flush of youth that unfurls and renews

Then the summer comes
The change is sure, eyes do not deceive
You stand tall and proud, filled with sovereignty
Open arms to all
A loving provider

The chill comes and you fade once more
So much given, now you need to rest
You divest yourself of your glorious garb
Close your doors
And settle into sleep

To those who do not know you
Your changing nature might be seen a curse
But I see your core is constant
A pillar of will and purpose
Undeniable majesty

O' Great Oak
As I shelter beneath your branches
I wish only that you share a little of your strength with me