Where Shadows Now Tread

Blinding bright light;
Shadows etched upon the trees;
All is still and cold.

Shadows mock the sun
Casting down where it is not.
Just negative space.












Bare trees and the fir
Limbs wrapped around each other--
A still winter dance.

A quiet stillness;
Plants tremble in the ice breeze.
No birds are singing.

In. the cold morning light
Tree stumps gain a dimension
Just beyond the third.

Patchwork of shadows--
Delicate veins in the woods
Like my mother's palms.












The ancient stone wall
Lines a path into the woods
Where shadows now tread.

With a flash and crash
Deer hurls itself across road
Leaving just the road.