Coniferous cry

by ale


Tall thin trees lined up
like soldiers in solitudious splendor,
in blanket pearly white sheath.
Maroon, crude, naked limbs
symmetrical tiers
upright and reaching heights,

as if all proximities were
clawing, crying out
to the heavens:
save from the crystalline
frost below, before the
frigid winter overcomes
freezing dried bones
to the marrow.