Nature magic found in the shadows. |
"Shadows are Born" With the rise of morn at the edge of a forest, yellow-green shadows are born across a poppy field; gem-studded and stunning in brilliant wet hues. Dewy treasure is playfully stolen, as the growing sun shares the day. Grasshoppers plague these magical moments with a notion to frolic in reeds and tall grasses. Bounteous butterflies deliver blended colors to the day's new tapestry of flower and tree stories. Three blue-jays promise suspense in their calling, as mourning doves punctuate with melancholy sighs. Beneath a gesture of disappearing clouds, a mid-day meadow weighs heavy with heat and a dizzy feeling. Yet, music prevails. A black-capped chickadee picks up the tempo with a solo in tune to flitting dances of dragonflies upon a nearby lazy brook. Layers of dusty-rose ribbons on the horizon secure the evening's agenda. Grey-ink fantasies begin to improvise possibilities on a new stage. At day's end, night magic and lunar ballads begin. With the high rise of a full moon at the edge of a forest, cool blue shadows are born across a field of poppies. 22 lines |