Sunday, July 10, 2005

a shadow play

I can hear the wind, I can sense the trees shaking, trying to maintain their silhouettes against the weak midday sun. The wind is swirling the clouds around, and the sun throws the shadows of the roses through my window and onto the blank wall opposite. The shadow-roses take on all the shades times darkly confident, and other times grey blurs, as they play with wind and light.