Lithe white arms
reach to the sky
and wave in the winds.

Symbol of the ever-young,
yet oldest of all,
there before oak
and yew and ash,
reclaiming ice-carved land
before even the people arrived.

Symbol of purity,
clad all in white,
she gives branches
to brooms and switches
that beat and sweep
and cleanse.

Symbol of fertility,
first to return
and first to tonic,
she gives off a sweetness
that only loving mothers
can reproduce.

With furled green leaves,
and smooth skin
that sloughs off
like paper and
holds ink well,
she sways gently
in the new-born sun.