Is it you my summer friend
or is it false hope
fading into shadow.
Seasons will ebb,
as I quicken
toward hope of a certain future.
Unfaltering, light forms strong
bonds to self.
Yet constant is the shadow,
drawing ever near,
as fragility
flies full wing'd,
feeding into
certain light.
Shadow Shot Sunday is again upon us. Join in the fun at Hey Harriet ,a record number last week, let's try and beat the numbers. Take a shot of your favorite shadow, post on Tracey's blog and give the others a shout.
or is it false hope
fading into shadow.
Seasons will ebb,
as I quicken
toward hope of a certain future.
Unfaltering, light forms strong
bonds to self.
Yet constant is the shadow,
drawing ever near,
as fragility
flies full wing'd,
feeding into
certain light.
Shadow Shot Sunday is again upon us. Join in the fun at Hey Harriet ,a record number last week, let's try and beat the numbers. Take a shot of your favorite shadow, post on Tracey's blog and give the others a shout.
My little metal sculpture shines bright in the fading sun of the afternoon, grabbing a final feast before it's lights out.
