Conifers and Alder

They clamber up the mountainside
The lofty trees
With mighty boughs
And riffling leaves

Fir and cedar, conifers
And alder with its lighter leaf
Like steps of cones
All feathery

But my lens
Sees everything
Grand patterns lost
In details keen

So back at home
I fiddle on
Some sleight of hand
Restores the stand

Near what it was
When mind first saw
Patterns made
With Nature’s law