Beauty in stillness

Filigreed fans of oak, ash and elm 
Grace the tops
Of wire- sculptured forms
The eye is drawn
To the ridge
To the wide collage
Under light-spangled stratus
The smell of the sap rising
Olfactory spirals
Trail to the stratosphere
Louder the birdsong seems
The narrative is changing.

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