Silken shadows

creep on silent feet.

these soft marauders

steal cat footed across the lawn,

covering weary hosta lilies

in a blanket soft as clouds.



Remarkable the changes

these shadows make.

Clothing all they touch

in uniforms

of camouflage.



Innocent rose bushes

seem dragons

whipping their tails

in the wind,

breathing smoke into

the dimming light.



A castle appears

where the carport stands

all towers and spirals

to enchant.

This in-between time

is

magical with sorcery.

These creeping shadows

weave

enchantment,

in shades

of

Persian purple silhouette.



Clandestine

their

black magic

transforms all.






Lea (Leaway56@aol.com)

 

 

 

 



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