One Single Impression asks for a Naked poem. I am known for loving trees in winter, so perhaps my little poem comes as no surprise.
Denuded of its garments,
the oak stands there,
majestic in its mastery
of form for all to share.
Bare of all its greenery,
the oak rests, proud,
patient through the bad months,
waiting for a new green shroud.
Image: Solitary Oak, by Morgan=Lou
Poem for Writing our Way Home 
Just read this again. I suggest you lose ‘green’ on the last line because the extra syllable jars the rhythm.
But if I take out green, shroud by itself sounds like death!
I know; I thought that. Can you re-work the line to keep green and have a smoother rhythm?
I’ve made a change. Not sure about the rhythm
It reads better. Maybe add a comma after ‘new’, for a natural pause?
I have naked trees on my blog too!! I find the trees majestic in their mastery of form too!!
bare trees have an air of majesty , few other living things can possess
It’s hard, living here in the land of extremes (barest in winter, most lush greens in summer) to know which I prefer. I’ve given up trying. Solid work, V.
Words to bring out the oak’s majesty.
You did the mighty oak proud.
a winter! oak trees are lovely during winter
Great minds think alike Viv. Nice work.