A strange interplay, Of light and shade. Leaves cast their shadows, On my face. Wind whispers softly, Into my ears.
Rollover on my back, Watch the clouds, Swim about in the air. In the corner of my eye, I see you standing there, But as I turn around, You are gone. Who are you hiding from?
A zephyr stirs up, A bunch of leaves. Each fluttering, Shimmering, glimmering, Golden leaf, Happy in itself, Carefree, full of glee. And then a glimpse of you, A fleeting glimpse, Gone in a blink. Who are you hiding from? Show yourself to me.
(Photos - A lake in Redwood Shores, Statue of Liberty )