Hazel Tree Sonnet

Hazel Tree Sonnet My wild subconscious mind has given me And I would seek to know what it intends In dream, the seeming of a hazel tree Please talk to me of hazel trees, my friends I keened for wisdom, and in answer got To keep me from the dark and poverty An Ogham tree, a nutshell, wand, or what Please talk, my friends, of hazel trees to me I hear you say the truth is mine to find Within myself, or high up on a hill But dearest friends, if you be good and kind Please talk to me of hazels, if you will And I will listen, and make sense of it Ye Gods, my friends! I have a sonnet writ! © Gail Foster 15th November 2017