Watching Shadows
Sitting and watching
Early morning shadows
Slowly move across
A chest of drawers
Tell truths and stories
I dare not ignore
But soon, the tales will fade
As Sol’s morning rays
Inevitably move
Beyond my window frame
Throwing shadow-tales
Light from the end of day
Aren’t we all shadows… anyway…
–LE – 2/4/26
CynOp 
4 responses to “Watching Shadows”
I know I feel like a shadow a lot of the time…just a fuzzy smudge of my former self. Maybe that comes with getting old…🤷♀️
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There’s that, and perhaps a slight feeling of irrelevance… at least for me, sometimes…; -)
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Ah, yes, I see the foreshadow! Beautiful poem, my friend! Aren’t we all shadows indeed!!! Love it!
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Shadows of who we were… or thought we were, at least… Ana, thanks for commenting and always reading!…; -)
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