Polygon tufts

kitely incurved

hood the fir cones from

rainfall. They respond

by closing tight

like the armadillo married the ent

and gave birth to

convex reflections of skylight

bursting chrome.

No slither for the deluge

the fir cones may now ripen

a living piece of architecture.

And when the branches shed,

the needles burn in captivity,

in ceremony,

to bless and protect

continuum.