Midwinter oak —
the old warrior
dresses for battle.
Sitting outside my attention was captured by an old oak tree, lit up by street lighting and bare except for a covering of holly and ivy. It reminded me of images from the medieval prose poem Gawain and the Green Knight and the tree looked like a noble old warrior, preparing to do battle in the twilight of his life.
Isn’t this the case for all older trees as they face the cold and storms of another winter?