Bowed Oak

Twisted, jagged,
gnarled and bare,
you stand alone
in the field
out there.

Hook-like, hag-like,
dank and wry,
your aging limbs
defy
the sky.

Naked, leafless
scarred and raw,
higher than
a bird
you soar.

Sloping down,
yet so erect,
you’re dancing with
cloud
silhouettes.