pleasant snowshoe frozen in mid march weep,
late winter’s hush hangs over al fresco museum.
snow drip branches heavy in deep sequoia sleep,
break silence of old giants great year’s freedom.
“all hail the president” in strained neck salute, a bas relief.
redwood forest majesty planted firm on congress trail,
mass girth shadows general sherman, “all hail the chief”
wise sunk roots of strength, give reach past sun and dale.
“behold the glory of king sequoia!” muir said, left to fast and starve at his feet.
for a thousand years blessed by wildfire, refusing retreat.
seeds fly to moist needle humus, air roots absorb the fog to pray,
proud firescar, tunnel, clothespin- “behold! nature’s artwork on display”.
repeated fractals seem to crave light from distant star,
sequoia commands hungaria belt transplanted afar
shouting, “we are earth’s wise giants” the president stands
above house and senate, in the grove of wooden men.
