The long shadow

The dawn breaks.

Shadows stretch, yawningly, across the dew sweet earth.

The sun searches,  seeking out the changes since yesterday.

Casting light on all that is new.

By midday all is revealled.

Or so it seems.

But as the sun slips away, new shadows form.

Ever growing.

Unreachable places enveloped in shadow.

Safe places.

Quiet places.

A place to get lost in.

A place to rest.

We begin in the long shadows.

We end in the shadows.

Leave a Reply

%d bloggers like this: