Established 1999
Do not bury witches beneath me
my roots are neither iron nor water
Rather watch for my seedlings
set them in a circle around you
Let my blossoms bring hope to you
unfurling after uncertain winters
Come late summer orange berries
precise blackbirds forage delicate-beaked
starlings slop-scatter
magpies hammer into my arms
Do not curse beneath my branches
deep green or sparse
Never as old as the erne
older than runes and rune-makers
berries brighter than Celts’ hair
Watch with me as seasons change become strange
Do not curse beneath my branches