If I were a Tree
A rowan would I be,
Sitting unaided on ancient-wall,
Looking-both-wise; which-way, not to fall!
Yes; here would I perch... between the two..?
Too feel my real clay roots in you;
Those signal red-leafs a stars-light shone through...
A pagan people in whose love the woodworm grew!
In circles flame; unending, around me and you!
