Tree Rings

Grain of strands
          dark sharp line sweeps
                    into pine cream
          delineating
          another
          solstice.

          Each season pocked by
                    whispers
                    crow preening
                    under spiked
                    needle fists shadow,
                    spliff tweezers.

Remnants of spider parachutes
          anchored on
                   knife of chocolate-fragranced bark
          elongates into stream
                   of thin winter wind.