Shadow and Light
They are what they are. Sometimes it is better to be in shadow, sometimes in the light.
They are what they are. Sometimes it is better to be in shadow, sometimes in the light.
The space between the spheres thins and the wind creates passageways.
The spirits are outraged; how could they be otherwise? Their dance tramples
And blows things down, but still cannot help but create beauty.
The leaves–green, red, gold, brown from the drought, that distant memory–
Hang listlessly with the weight of rain and a bit of slush
Hardly even dancing in the wind, but still becoming perhaps
More extravagantly lovely by the storm’s grey light.
