Once it was a shade tree, pale green in the spring with the sun slipping through. Darker green in the summer, a canopy providing a respite from the heat of the sun. In the autumn, a burst of gold, glowing even in rain and fog. In winter, a sculpture of shapes reaching for the sky and moving shadows on the snow. Now, just a dead maple tree, wrapped with red poison ivy vines for a final display.
just over the horizon
tree cutters at work