Crepuscular

The ochre twine
cast across the splayed
translucent hands of the trees.
They are reaching up
to grasp the glittering yarn from heaven
to weave themselves a canopy.

Follow the threads,
into the skies,
up in the clouds.
Suspended.
Shaded in pastels.
The gleaming strands stretch
like tightropes
tethered to the ground.

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