
shadows in the night
stopping to gaze at the dawn
before moving on

shadows in the night
stopping to gaze at the dawn
before moving on

the day’s last colors
appearing for a moment
before curtains fall

how do the buds know
the right time to fall away
and let the leaves grow

patterns in the snow
the shadows won’t linger long
all are in transit
horses in a dream
moving through an open gate
the last one feels me