Noble Fir cradle
the ridge like bowed armor
whisk forest floors
and hungry crows peck
wounded tissue clean.
Maples’ blistered limbs
camouflage in chartreuse
fur a canopy of brows
to absorb the daily soak
muddy the root.
A Chestnut-backed chickadee
forages and rests in these trees
bereaved of energy
she survives in a blanket
lineage, a windbreak.
On rare occasions
bleached sun and sky
wear storm’s crest
wind sharp as a blade
curls cloud to trough
serrated cap peeks
her mop of snowy fringe
dares the mist.
Fantastic