Shadow Play

Out in the white dry snow

A shadow play is all you see

Now and again a star will fall

And set the quite world all aglow



As I sit by the flickering fire

I see your face in time

And then –



But why should I look

For like the snow and firelight

Your face will soon vanish

And so – I turn to my book.



I gaze out the window

I see you slowly disappear

And then – shadows and … nothing

© January 23, 1978