Conjugal Consonance

Oak of Ages ever with you
Godtree of grace gilded with stars,
adorned with daylit leaves of light.
Its girth, by lovewords girdled.
Its sap, sung by sapient Sage.
Its blossoms, blood-filled, blown.
Its limbs, lissom, love-wound,
limberly tracing the Lode to Life.

In time's seasons, tree rings widened,
Leaves unfolded, fell down golden.
Year-rings lengthen, new rind livens.
Out of ashes, new flesh shapen,
Out of winter, warmth awaken,
Tinge the twigs, bulge the boughs,
Bleed the berries, swell the blades,
Welter gladly, heart-blood's swelter.
Wag the soul in God-swung cradle,
Saddle with song, mirth-milk ladle. -Paleo-Nate