Bare Energy

In inky ecstasy of frenzied reach
the barren leafless trees of wintertime
still declare dominion of golden sun
that from the sky delivers them to  life

trees  are woody stuff whose motion is slow,
yet in the wrinkling branches of the wood
as they hold their tips up to cloud or blue
there is signature of urgency

ttrees  aim for as much light as they can get 
to help them deploy tiling of their green,
that miraculous shade  that makes sugar
from simples of photon, water and air

winter reveals bare energy of trees,
beauty of their root need shaping their reach