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Rays of light filtered through
the wooden beams next to
the rusted satellite that had lain
in the field for some time.
The trailer was full of sundry limbs.
By the dead cherry tree, the shed
housed wood and yellow bricks under
a torn, rugged roof of lost days.
Taller than frail coops was the pig pen.

The rusted roof of the hen house
shined against the orange and pink glow.
A behemoth of a tree has left
lingering dead limbs gnarled and gray
under its sheltering, massive arms.
Below the pinnacle in the sky,
warmth radiated here for a while
beneath dying embers of the sun.
In this last light, he traveled across

the twilight opposite to the birds,
flocking at the place where the sun
lapsed into the growth of forest.
How the tall family of thin limbs
arced into overlapping windows.
The arches of these Gothic trees
were silhouettes against the sunset.
Black as silk, they framed the glass.
My life was dormant of release

as this winter sheen has given way
to the unobscured Spring equinox.
Let the graying smoke have faded,
like life returning to the dead.
Let this winter have fallen behind me.
Now, the first signs of life returned
to its once great dome of bright green.
Every footstep was cushioned by moss
with the new lavender and green sheathes.

Yet, an unsettling twig snapped.
Hours rip crisscrossing wires.
They have fallen like tattered pieces
of fabric by boards with rusted nails.
Then I tripped on the grizzly fungus,
covering of dank, rotting decay.
After a few more steps, mushroom
fumes darted upward, the blackened stump
caught my memory more than my feet.

The days cascaded like waterfalls.
Falling into the raked leaves' mass,
a playful child was caught by the roots
protruding from the maple tree.
He was on the way to with buckets
to pick blackberries and muscadines.
After many winters, remains
of the false tree-house were left
Time has ravaged the wood.

Its staircase now led nowhere.
The trunks of the twin trees were robust,
grasping life and seizing each day.
Now only the twin trees were left
breaking through on the yard's border.
Standing tall, the Gemini spread
its wings into the sky, drawing
its procession of strength and stature
from the vibrant rays above the grove.