Through a weave of variegated ivy leaves,
upon which light and shade played games
with my imagination, the truncated tree presented
a face of hollow cheeks and hollow eyes that
questioned my beliefs.
During long winter months, while rain and gales
rampaged, scattering and flinging in a whirl of
winter chaos, the trunk held fast to its roots,
small creatures sought refuge in the dense
and healthy growth but what were my truths.
Thoughts of Celtic Gods and Goddesses occupied my mind, until spring came shyly
through a cloud of leafy tendrils that framed her face and a crown of green was placed,
for a mythical Goddess Queen, Druantia, protector of trees, grounding my beliefs and responsibility.
Masked Native 
Being transported back and forth through the seasons. Can be felt, experienced, amidst the mythical imaginings. I like your having shared this.
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Thank you Tom, yes the seasons do inspire in many ways, each one with its own sense of wonder.
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fascinating picture, the tree reminds me of Ruairi Teri
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Yes Rich, I can see the similarity too. That’s twice this week Ruairi has appeared in my life one way or another, I wonder what the third one will bring.
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