going south I encounter the shadows of trees and lampposts; elongated and prostrate, they reach for the northern light
my forward pace crosses their static wait
I want to reassure them it's not much warmer where I go
I turn east, almost parallel with my own shadow
ahead of me, he reassures me of the way to our hearth
morning walk
[2011.12.2...a]
Another unique and classic alfred.
RépondreSupprimerObserving shadows leads to a lovely small stone and I hope you were soon warmed once home.