Sonnet for Spring Trees

Knuckled knees dun

and gray wade moss

with braided thumbs, spun

up unconcerned with gloss

or form, pegleg

stilters promenading

thunderclouds to beg

for photons they are shading,

tangled twigs

in camouflages,

ruffled sprigs

in rain barrages,

renewing the ensuing scene

in one, unfurling dance of green.