Each season brings something new and fantastic.
A poetic reflection on time and shadow.
As the sun shone bright behind me
The girl that I had been
Appeared in slender shadow
As I walked westward home.
in the middle of the garden,
rooted deep within the soil,
in between robust flowers
sat this one who watched, waited
as the sun drenched them for hours.
In the early dawn hours,
As I looked to the sky
I saw the moon through the trees