The remote forest interior lies deep in twilight
dreaming of summer and so it will remain until
that time of approaching evening when dusk
makes its brief entrance before the dark cloak
of night falls and birds no longer rustle restlessly
awaiting the nocturnal hours when night-hunters
alert to sound and movement strike. The day's
atmospheric resignation to continual dimmed light
relieved but briefly even on such days when the sun
penetrates spring's leaf-barren forest canopy
to send light-beams to burnish the trunks of
awakening trees. A solitary figure walks slowly
along a trail deep in mindful contemplation this
Easter Sunday in a world briefly held in peace.
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