Cabin in the Woods

Reflection can be found anywhere and in anything, but most prominent in yesterday.

In the day that arose of mist and frost, a cabin
fell torn in the woods. The
frayed planks lay still in the misty grass; crisp leaves
flowing through the nooks.
A most endearing moment was bestowed,
when the sun shown through the trees;
giving notice to the miserable
pile. And as the day grew stronger, warmth
perforated the very fibers that lay rigid
on the ground. A cabin,
once standing prominent aside the lofty trees and towering,
country sky; now lay in ruins in the warmth
of the afternoon sun. Where whispers told in secret, and forgotten
moments of children laughing, crying,
thriving were once bound within the walls,
billowed out into a silent noon.