February Oaks

In February oaks I seek
When I am feeling old and weak

In groves they lift bare limbs to pray
To celebrate a cold clear day

Alone they spread strong branches wide
In symmetry on every side

Winds shake last acorns to the ground
By birds and mammals to be found

Turkey grouse and bobwhite quail
Deer squirrel and mouse on them prevail

I will endure oaks say to me
And so will you if your spirit’s free

Until you’re struck by nature’s force
Accident or illness in its course

Till then live like a February oak
Solid fruitful unprovoked