sitting bodies shaded beneath the oak
wind is blowing leaves are falling
changing the shape of oak's shadow
upon the earth
rising arms lifted we catch the leaves
knowing for each leaf that falls
a shadow disappears
from the earth
spinning arms twirling we toss the leaves to the wind
knowing it is not the wind
that caused the leaves
to fall to earth
standing arms emptied beneath the oak
sun is setting day is ending
changing the length of oak's shadow
upon the earth
stepping arms lowered into the sun
knowing if we stand rooted
by the end of day
our own shadow will disappear
from the earth
running arms lifted we join the wind
knowing it is not the sun
that leaves behind
a trail of shadows
across the earth
Hi Judy,
ReplyDeleteIt has been a while but, I thought I would stop in to read a bit. I really enjoyed this one you are able to capture a great visual for your readers.
Thank you very much, Truedessa. It's been a while since I've been on here too. For me, this was an entirely visual bit of writing too. It's wonderful that you spotted it.
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