Arrogance drove in, four-wheeling,
on a bright March day,
Parked itself in the undergrowth
and got ready for work.
Donning hard hat, earplugs, gloves,
the orange badge of courage,
Steel tackling and chaining—
Winding all up upon a whim of discrimination.
Logs flayed, hewn, hung, drawn and quartered—
perverse precipitation forced by a fusillade—
evergreen decades sawdusted into minutes.
And you came!
Silently mocking the insanity,
flake by gentle flake.
Resting your serene head upon the mechanical muscled arms of loftiness,
impeccably permeating petulance,
inch by faint inch.
Tight-lipped, foiling whine's folly.
Resurrecting in a hush of color—
equitable whiteness—a cloak.
Of crystalline softness—frozen surrender.