Else Measured, Else Lost

The universe in a single
pine needle. All that needs
needing greened until
bleeding and brown,
scattered from here
to town. Each bark
bites the towering 
snow until the warm
wind glows and throws
snowflakes down under
the fence over whence 
they rained. The cosmos
in a whole tree. All that
bleeds bleeding into the
blue that pretends to block
the world from the rest of
the block. Take little stock
in distance, timers, your
numbers are numbness 
waiting for the asteroid
or for your star to go
a temperature else.