Evening Shadows

 Evening Shadows

The evening shadows move so as to not make a sound

I see her coming so petite she blended as with the trees.

Except for the gently moving wind, there is nothing

a wisp of air so light as to not be felt gliding toward me.

In the evening shadows a bare glimpse of her is all I see

I want to see more, but she has joined the evening shadows.

So near and yet so far away, was she real or just a shadow?

Shadowing's of things long past and meant to be forgotten.

In the evening shadows I remember still how she would come

to me and neither of us letting go to let the shadows interfere.

Now I look for those shadows hoping the past will be forgotten

To bring it all to light and have the shadows disappear at last.

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

this poem moves with grace, simply beautiful.

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem felt like a silent wish to the night. Thinking, pondering and dreaming making us understand. We can't return to the place we need. Thank you Dave for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[barleygirl]

This is beautifully written! I get the feeling of a lost loved one who is often felt on the evening breeze. In fact, it's almost the same message I wrote in "Feel Your Whiskers" about the essence of a beloved who is now an angel following me around. I love the way your descriptions are ethereal, like the essence of a ghost, only felt & barely seen. I love the way two people can write about the same idea, but we get two completely different poems! *smile* Fondly, Margie

[Great Aunt Astri]

As you say, it is in the evening that we begin to remember most. Shadows can be so deceptive,-- it is so easy to 'see' someone in them.Your lovely, wistful poem tells of the longing for a lost one, yet also the hope that the past can be forgotten. I hope all your shadows settle down but still keep the fond memory.