Blue light breaks slowly,
Then it's here as if always.
(Was it always so?)
Light grows in the trees;
I see it through the stark limbs
Ever growing brighter.
Skeleton tree limbs
Bend over the sunlit road.
The school bus has gone.
Morning of shadows;
Moon high n the cold blue sky;
Bright sun sheds no warmth.
Hidden from the sun:
Somber patches of dark woods;
No warmth and no light.
Naked and revealed,
The slender tree is twisted;
Will be forever
They are living ghosts:
Seed puffs among red berries.
Loud crack from the woods.
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