Shadows Play on Memories

 

Farm house through the trees;
Shadows play on memories;
Breeze rustles the leaves.

 

 Morning light is green,
Tinged with a dash of yellow
In this Fall palette.

 

They're next to my house:
Giant ferns billowing out.
(I've never seen them.)



 

 

 Chicory shadow
Falls flat and black on the road,
Drained of all its blue.

Held fast by the vines,
Dead tree limb is suspended
Against the wire fence.

Dead leaves in fir tree;
Brown caught in the ever green;
Arrested descent.

Hand in hand they go,
Entangled in each other;
Murmuring hello's.

 

 

It's been a long time
Since Ghost has seen me visit.
He comes and then goes.