Fragments From Floyd

There is in the posture of woody things in winter-- in vines and low trees and spreading branches a certain kind of symmetry and form . . . a carefree sort of exuberance but not entirely free-form. That there should be the rudiments of order in what appears to us as disorder is no surprise. There are laws of chaos among winter branches that we do not know; but they have to do with the same sunlight and gravity and winter wind that makes us, too, hold ourselves against cold in predictable ways. ~ FFirst