Lying heavy across the carpet
Creeping stealthily up the wall
Hiding beneath the sofa, behind the chair
Intricately laced between the threads of my loom’s warp
Whether it be sun’s bright bounce
Or the softer caress of candles,
Every object that is limned in light
Is also underpinned with shadow.
Copyright ©2015 C. Mitchell
I know, I’m a couple of days behind. Working on that!