Another Dimension

The shadows
Wakened by the morning sun
Have thrown off the blanket of the night.
Stretching, they reach out across the lawn
Touching for just awhile
The far fence, the dormant shrubs
Whose hidden blossoms wait for Spring.


Again tonight the moon may pass,
And let them stretch out on the grass
So quietly that none will see
But owls and crows, and maybe
Me.

GBP
January 2010