Treasure Island

David Whalen

(5/18/38 / Covington Kentucky)

Leaf Shadows Dancing



Leaf shadows
Manically dancing
Mincing moonlight
Into myriad motes…
Montages of mystery
Upon which
Reality floats..

Leaf shadows dancing
Withdrawing…
Advancing…
Rivulets retreating
Neath prows
Of night’s boats

Swiftly sketched…
Then erased
By leaves and limbs
Leaving no trace…
The artistic trees
One would suppose
Have only need
Of light and shadows

Palette imbued only
With black and white…
Colors of lonely
Hints of light
Leaf shadows capering,
care freely, capriciously

Drawn upon canvas
…Of moonlit night…

Submitted: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013
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