Shadow Dancing

Shadow Dancing The branches float in the air and the trees perform a syncopated shadow dance casting images on the windowpanes. Summer begins to fade away with all the flowers gone and the air scented with dry falling leaves as the bright sunlight disappears. A hush falls as though holding its breath and the world is quieted by the silent whispering of wind hesitating on the clouds. Then in a whisk of cold it parades forth boldly brazenly cutting through the trees tossing, clinging, pulling at the leaves. Autumn falls bounding and rebounding with cold chilled air rushing hurried winds Shadow dancing on the glass knocking at the doors calling out loudly I am here.