The sunlight
arranges its shadows
delicately placing them
in position
as it were of the utmost
importance as to just
where they should go.
I feel like an intruder
as if I had
caught the sunlight
at an inopportune
moment
stepping from the shower
& reaching for a towel.
I tried to be
as invisible as I could be
not to
exist
the least little bit.
Only a silently
falling leaf
dared to say
anything at all.
As ever, you evoke that 'otherworldness' to sunlight, shadows, falling leaves...and your readers, who have a chance to peek over your shoulder at ths arrangement, like a still life painting come to life for our pleasure (or pain!) . What a wonderful writer you are!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Sunlight, shadows, falling leaves.....this could be a song....do you know the song, 'Falling leaves'. Matt Monroe sang it.....beautifully. You paint a delightful picture. Ruthie