Shade and Shadows

Shadows walk the land beneath the clouded blue painted sky as winds blow light but fast on the fly the shadows fall; spectres beneath the mighty oaks haunting echoes of time asleep and woke whisperings of hellos and goodbyes shaded in the pathways narrowed and wide; where footsteps cannot hide and history stretches across the great divide, the sun rays blanketed in dim and fade away warm humid air midday; easing into cool, dark passages of shade moments of August slowly slip and sway an end to the sultry summer days that wave palpitating in the shadows and the shade.