Spirit of Ash,
Sacred Tree -
I call to you.

Ash, Nemetona's chosen,
burgeoning buds
stealing the sun.
Silent, dark ones;
favoured of ravens
ringed round the
Growing, filling
space with shade,
Lady's spears,
sharp and swift,
shining talons.
Through the tangled temple
you stand;
burning with the memory
of one jaded eye.

Spirit of Ash,
I listen.
Share your wisdom
with me.