In the shade, the sun through leaves
dapples the ground with spotted light.
And in the pleasing breeze,
the butterflies and dragonflies
dance
in fluttering, staggered, hovering
grace.
Seagulls skim the slate gray bay waters,
and the white clouds smile
in the open blue of a late summer sky.
There is no contemplation
of darkness here, for that will come
unbidden, inevitable as a
change of season.
There is only the pleasant moment,
recorded in meager words on a
quiet afternoon.
For now, I will fade into the dappled shadows
and just
be.
