Fronds bend 'neath wet snow,
Chitters distant 'tween bare trunk.
Birdwing flits above.
Mottled leaves sway fro,
Rays bathe stem and pot alike.
Growth as ne'er before.
Crammed under strange suns.
Cages of metal unknown,
Not a breath of air.
Crease sky's mold twofold.
Burnished clouds graze red sunlight,
Fade to rest at dusk.
Fields of golden grain,
'coons frolicking past nightfall.
Chitters from my bins.