Opening Nowhere

Shadows flickering
Shimmering on the table
Beckon me outside.

Chill is in the air;
A cool wind blows up the road
To rustle my hair.












Flowers in the shade
Seem to grow more quietly
With little fanfare.

Mirrors off the road
Shiver in the passing wind;
Just faintly liquid.












Closest to the sun,
Leaves shimmer in the tree tops,
But they don't fall yet.


In the darkened woods
Phantom tea party still stands,
Spot lit by the sun.











Creaking in the woods:
It's an invisible door
Opening nowhere.

Sharp rustle of leaves--
Unseen creature runs from me.
Fear hangs in the air.