Light and Shadow

By Northwind of Otters

 

The rose book pages slowly fade,

Crumple up and die away,

Its sunrise petals drift and fall,

Flowers leave their leafy wall.

 

Tears of sorrow from mourning sky,

Raindrops fall when storm clouds cry;

Drops of silver gracefully dance,

Leave the watcher in a trance.

 

Small birds hide or dash for cover,

Hummingbirds stop and hover;

Leave the moment perfectly still,

till of beauty had their fill.

 

In the meadow safely hidden,

Underneath the boughs of Linden,

Dances the flame of a woman,

Dressed in Irises and Ferns.

 

Round and round the clearing she flies,

Leaving everything where it lies,

Disturbing nothing in its sleep,

As she dances o’er the sheep.

 

Her light footfall makes not a sound,

As she moves along the ground,

From the cover of the forest trees,

Into the raindrops she flees.

 

Out of the glen and out of the meadow,

Dances the lady of light and shadow,

Arms upreached, hands held high,

She runs away towards the sky.

 

Faster, faster and then she fades,

Leaving gold dust on the grass blades,

That shimmers as dew drops of fire,

Never doth their color tire.