Shadow Worlds In Faint Disguise

Sometimes shadows creep across the distant meadow Casting a pall over the broad field of aster and daisy Before drifting across the fence row to our bungalow Where strange apparitions appear on the siding hazy And float across the shingled roofing and chimney top Before dissipating from my sight on the other side Like a kaleidoscope of grays, they dance the hip-hop Shimmering reflections of sunrays shifting they glide Yon meadow to a marshy glen awaiting their demise These light and shadowy mystical ghosts born where The sun’s slanting rays shine through, to our surprise, Tall oak and maple trees beyond the lea, over there— Funny how these shapes and forms make of our eyes Windows into vaporous distant worlds in faint disguise. FIRST PLACE WINNER written June 12, 2021 Brian Strand's "All Yours" Poetry Contest