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.