Shiny

From the base, where the roots take place,
bark crawling up from the grass.
Wildly arranged fragments,
compressed by the weight of a white dusting.
Snow, glistening, sticks in random arrangements,
on the side of the trunk, decreasing as it heightens.
Watch as it disappears into a wild angling of green.
Hidden beneath the needles, scented in winter and calm,
darkness coats even further.
On the underside of appendages, small droplets form,
drippings of water frozen to structures of conifer.
From where the trees lie beyond the home,
to a simple, emotional painting now sitting on a shelf.
Encasing such strong feelings.
Pulled from the bottom of luggage,
held closely to the chest.
The icicles that formed from the cold,
from the fear.
An odd winter's sunlight causes them to drip.
Slowly.
A warm shower of rain sprinkles down the curves.
A little more.
The trembling of a branch as a bird lands momentarily,
then flies away again.
Harder.
Then the sun, just as it brought the melting,
which caused a slight rain,
dried what lined the creases.
Following back up the tree,
the sun perches perfectly atop.
Squinted eyes, the shape of cones.
A shining star amongst the weary.