I read an early version of this when I came to the writers' group last summer. It's undergone quite a few changes since then....
Modern window frames
Verdant foliage
Forests rain
ferns curl
fine vines grab green air
beckon
fecund spiders, lazy flies
strange familiar fronds
trumpet players’ fast fingers
Finding fluttering rhythm
Spanish moss, pale as seaweed
Shrouds hirsute hackberries
Leaf skeleton hands, mottled dark veins
translucent green palms upwards
gesture of innocence
Below the dank armpits of valley oaks
marshmallow fungus
clings besotted
between gnarled toes of spruce and redbud
lichen rusts like dried-blood
spatters bent and broken limbs
beetle corpses, hard smooth bullet casings litter dark ground
bubonic bucolic, brutalized, bitter
and a little twisted.