Beverly Read Poet Quatrain

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Inspired by Eyvind Earle's painting Black Spruce. 

Shadows

Shadows hide behind the trees
Mimicking their shape.
They sway and bend in perfect time
But never can escape.

Caught for all eternity
The only time they're missed
Is when the sun goes into hiding
Then they don't exist.

Written Aug 23, 2016

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Lanier Thomas August 28, 2026 at 2:01 AM Here is another amazing poem, and this one about shadows. Interestingly, the shadows cease to exist when the day comes to a close, just as most of our problems when their day comes to an end.

Nthabiseng Moraba August 27, 2026 at 10:01 AM Very nice Beverly. Truly shadows don’t exist but can follow us everywhere. Good work dear❤️

Pat Adams August 29, 2017 at 12:59 PM I love this poem. Perfect rhyme and paints a verbal picture. Well done. A Favorite. pat Beverly Read August 30, 2017 at 4:14 PM Thanks Pat for reading and commenting on my poems. This one was inspired by one of Eyvind Earle's prints called Black Spruce which has some very interesting shadows. Beverly

Lewis Raynes August 30, 2016 at 11:53 PM a great little write Beverley, such a simple concept missed by so many people, great read Beverly Read August 31, 2016 at 12:34 AM Thank you.

Jan Allison August 24, 2016 at 11:36 AM Fabulous imagery Beverly I googled the painting and you have captured the moment perfectly:-) hugs jan xx Beverly Read August 24, 2016 at 12:04 PM Thank you, Jan. So glad you looked up the painting. It hangs in my living room and I love it.