The glycerin trees creak in the night under the sun
As the squirrels bundle their babies
In the nascent hole that barely
Escapes the spray of frozen time
The glass crackles and the branch falls
As the carnage settles, the fracture on the ground
Leaves crystal seeds frozen in time
The skitterish birds timid warblers peck at the still
Life of the red buds captured
In globes spread across the landscape
Vivacious souls not frozen in time