Green fuse

I feel it forcing through;

Firmness beneath the skin,

Flexed flesh poised greenly,

Yet blood-warm to fingertips

That tiptoe the angled trunk,

Moss-blasted and multi-eyed,

Seeing the lengths we’re lost in

Registered in tight rings.

Vacant nests will be filled,

Nodes will unload their meat,

Sap will surge sugar sweet.

Insects in its armpits

Prepare for sunlessness,

And winter’s neutered months.

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