In Shadow... Poem by John Tansey

Of late I have been feeling it...
even gleaning a Spring wind
that comes on a breeze
leaves me in its shadow.

But like the small animals
that too know their time
to disappear,
I have no thickett of twigs to crawl into.

Evolution, Nature's choice for moving
need not rush for anything
Subtle and insidious
like the slow creep of continents.

Until overwhelmed
with the proof it is so
and through all the poems I would write
to all the volumes I have lost

This rushed homework of words will have to do

Tanseman