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.
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