Always the Shadows

The lilacs are out,
A purple haze in my yard;
A breeze brings sweetness.









Forsythia's gone,.
Robins hop in fresh mowed field.
Shadows are deeper.

Bluebells by the stream;
Animal rustles unseen;
Lazy insects hum.









Soft lawn of shadows
Leads up to the quiet house--
A most peaceful glade.









Always the shadows
Etch darkness on road and trees,
Celebrating light.












A patch of sunlight
Lights up tiny blue flowers,
Or vice versa.












Goose honks overhead;
The road returns to silence;
(Only my footsteps).

Nodding in the breeze
Yellow buds sway back and forth;
Below--clover patch.