The Dreamin' Tree

The Ash has died, bare-branched Throughout this summer. Odin's gallows, Dreamin' Tree, Died back like every other. Though autumn leaves begin their fall Bare Ash stands like a Christmas tree Embraced, entwined, adorned With greening from another. Wisteria's bine has jumped the gap Between the gardens at the back To cover Ash tree to its top To all the world alive, but not. Half way up this dreamin' tree A pigeon mounts his mate A fourth or fifth time in this day Though autumn's love is late And well before the Spring. Corvid's watching blue-winged Jay Sits low upon his gallow branch, Planning how to rob their nest To scalp its precious fledgling squabs Before they're raised as offspring. These clatter doves with life long Mates make glimpse of love's display But all of God's creation groans Awaiting when that final day Finds freedom from frustration With birth pangs of a better way And longed for last redemption.