(Umbra.)
Dark shadows trailing
Purple, yellow, orange longing.
An invitation.
(Penumbra.)
Vast pockmarked landscapes
Grasslands turn, repaint themselves
Settle to their knees.
(Antumbra.)
Trees’ roots in landscapes
Shadow lines’ strong-shouldered stance
Your name, holy ground.
Happy National Poetry Month.
LL, 4/26/2009. Prevail.
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