We (the trees and bushes and dogs and i)
are immersed in light
None of us cast shadows
Trees weep, bending low
so their tattered rainment of gold and green make
still
quiet
frozen bowers gilded by the soft dawn
I pass below the trailing edge of a leaf
which sheds its icy burden
and springs upward in a
silent explosion of snow.
Lovely!
ReplyDeleteAh, the time of day and kind of day when no shadows are cast. Now you have me there, in that day.
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