Sub Umbra

I've been conversing with the shadow in my corner.

It takes me walking 'round the gardens by the brook. 

Perusing whispers of the flowers left behind. 

It tells me you are much closer if I look. 

Our hemisphere is tilting ever slower. 

The sun is growing heavy in the sky. 

The shadow holds my hand while earthside.

I'll make my way to you if I try. 

~B.N.