Shadow's Revelation

 

The sunrise cast the same framing shadows this morning that it did two years ago, in the picture above. It suddenly struck me why I never noticed this phenomenon before, in a space I've now occupied for 40 years.

I retired. I no longer vacate this morning gallery in order to hurry to work.

Why should shadow

reveal my frame of mind?

Is it the art of my heart

or the artifact of evaporating shine,

a vision long neglected

in the haste of a

busier time?

 

The fleeting, floating frame

reminds me of a time

when dreams came easily.

There once was a

wonderfulness there,

slight, divine. 

love, hosaa
shadow watching