Thank you, Bob! I had gone back and forth on using "the tree" in the third line. You have clinched it for me.
Jill
Scene in Winter
Puffs of white snow clasp the towering
evergreen which the tree sloughs off
gradually, waving laden branches
in inconstant wind, scratching against
rough air, feeling relief to have its limbs
rising unencumbered, feathery light
pine needles bouncing in the needle-sharp
cold of winter, flakes of snow flying off them,
white spray falling gently through the air,
glittering down and down.
Jill Stockinger