Rusty chains kiss Malus bark
Winter breath brings quiet snow
Shadows stretch on Prunus dark
Handlebars catch fading glow
Time etches deep its patient mark
Pyrus snow falls on the frame
Each pedal stroke calls out a name
Rosaceae roots hold the line
Dormant buds embrace the time
Shadows stretch to claim the game
Spokes count rings in annual wood
Rhizosphere wakes beneath the weight
Frost writes verse where cambium stood
Nitrogen fixes, subtle, late
Mycelium nets understood
Pyrus snow falls on the frame
Each pedal stroke calls out a name
Rosaceae roots hold the line
Dormant buds embrace the time
Shadows stretch to claim the game
Gears shift slow through Prunus rows
Handlebar tape wears skin to bone
Pollen dreams in frozen repose
Steel remembers roads unknown
Rich loam welcomes rider home
Pyrus snow falls on the frame
Each pedal stroke calls out a name
Rosaceae roots hold the line
Dormant buds embrace the time
Shadows stretch to claim the game
Breath clouds rise in sodium light
Carbon dioxide feeds the night
Stomata close on every leaf
Roots release a quiet grief
Dormancy holds its brief belief
Velvet tires trace genus lines
Species named on frozen breath
Taxonomy in grand designs
Sleep prevents the second death
Morning finds the sleeping vines
Pyrus snow falls on the frame
Each pedal stroke calls out a name
Rosaceae roots hold the line
Dormant buds embrace the time
Shadows stretch to claim the game
Frame rests where the roots entwine
Pyrus snow, this life is mine
