The Shadow
Here comes the shadow.
Hungry eagle on the hunt.
He wants fish for lunch.
Oh grapevine,
twisted and bent
Woven into a circle –
sort of,
Reaching up
over and above
Past the boundaries
with love.
A few tendrils
scattered about
Circled around
in a spiral,
Just like us
reaching out
For something
to hold viral.
Adorned with feathers
fluffy and soft
Lost by a bird
somewhere.
Beautiful colors
delicate design
Painted by God
with care.
Pieces of wood
weathered and worn
Tossed around
by the lake
Grayed and smooth
float from afar
How long
did it take?
Buckeyes rounded
Shed from their shell
No longer spinney
but smooth
Touch the dark seed
hold in your hand
Good for the soul
to soothe.
Acorns small
Seeds with hats
Randomly dropped
from a tree
Will not all sprout
they lay on the ground
Waiting for someone
like me.
The final touch,
white and pearly,
Tossed by the water
a broken shell.
Where it came from,
where it’s been,
I don’t know,
I cannot tell.