Since childhood I've enjoyed anthropomorphizing trees. Actually I enjoy anthropomorphizing creatures and objects in general, but for trees I have a special fondness. They've got so much character, and in the winter especially when they're stripped of concealment their striking nature emerges.
Sometimes I see them as spell casters. Like this one, gathering his powers, assuming the pose in which he will unleash his magic:
The gnarled fingers touch the lake
Which then becomes a place where ducks can paddle through the architecture
And sea gulls can strut across moonscapes
(Central Park, NYC, late December '09.)