
Thick suit of armour
oak bark wearing week-old moss
faces axe bearers

Thick suit of armour
oak bark wearing week-old moss
faces axe bearers

“Branches” seems surplus;
limbs of giant ancient trees,
cutting “arms” sounds bad.

Their brittle branches
taking over the valley
flowering giants

Waving twisty limbs
in my park, casting magic—
deciduous trees.

Soaking up sunshine
basking in the winter glow
gum trees in the park