Walking Through Shadows

 

It's balmy outside;
Spring sunshine and not so hot.
(Why am I inside?)

 

Rhododendron blooms
Don't fall from the small glass vase;
They just radiate.

 

 First timothy grass
Pops up its innocent head--
Hay fever alert!!

Slowly moving form
Shifting imperceptibly:
Tai Chi on lawn.

Newspaper is gone,
Now just shadows on the stump.
It's never empty.

Bird calls and answers
Echo from unseen places;
Then fall into silence.

Humping so quickly:
Wild creature across the road.
Then he disappears.

First, hot bright sunshine;
Then, a blanket of dark cool:
Walking through shadows.

 

From walk of Friday, May 29, 2015