Tree Shadows Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking out the van window at trees of all kinds that
line freeways so splendidly, loving to see their sole
shadows spread out beneath them.

Those with yellow or red blossoms are reflecting them-
selves in the shadows of the trees they are standing
underneath.

Wishing to take pictures of every tree and its shadow,
just because it fascinates this poet's mind so very
delicately and gently.

Noticing that each and every tree's shadows are so
different from one another, like snowflakes, each is
one of a kind in this earthly life.