Wind through

bare trees,

white-edged

with snow,

dispels illusion

of green things

quickening

growing

For a breath,

a moment only

Palms pressed

to maple’s trunk,

ears tuned to birds’

evolving song

Gazing slantwise,

past paper squares

& digital lines aglow,

beyond time

compressed,

confined…

Evergreen-wise

Heart-sight sees,

knows.

— C.Birde, 2/22