Painted By Shadow and Wind
Moving shadows grace the ground
Like a clock forgotten to be wound
Time has stopped.
I race the shadows on the ground
As clouds move across the sky
I seem to catch the shadows
But suddenly, they become shy,
And move across the water;
I cannot follow there.
I stare, entranced, as the water
Catches the shadow
In its ripples.
Blue turns indigo…
And colors merge
As shadow and wind prick the water
And paint it into a kaleidoscope.
I stare, transfixed,
As the wind swirls my reflection in
And suddenly, I am become
A part of the painting.