Shadows

How blue the welcome shade
tossed lightly over shrivelled grass
by a lone desert tree; a shawl
crocheted from night
resting on my shoulders.

How strange that running water
throws a flowing image on the wall.
The unseen leaves an indentation
on the surface of the world;
aspens shudder from a touch
of angels’ breath.

How long the sun-dial finger
cast by love
slowly arcing on the lawn
even when the sun has set.