The late afternoon shadows
crawl further up the hill,
until they coalesce with the twilight,
waiting to drain every drop of night
back down again come dawn.
The robins cling to these
two-dimensional maples and birches,
picking away at their silhouette designs.
My eyes light in those trees,
appreciating the wind’s swaying song,
watching the framework upon which
Spring will its green curtains drape.
They’ll turn Sun’s Odette to Odile
held aloft by this lean corps de ballet
come some summer afternoon.
But I‘ll dance the part of Sun’s
shadow Sigfried until dim
evening star drops the curtain.
Photo © Joseph Hesch, 2015.