Shadows and Secret Places
The morning, formal, stiff and cold, too dark
and distant, waiting there as though it lacks
the strength to dismiss the night and dissolve
its secrets and its rituals in shadows
all hiding at the edge of things and waiting
for darkness creeping back, embracing them
again when daylight falls away to night.
But now unwilling morning drags the dark
away, and pulling the reluctant sun
into the skies, while chasing shadows back
and drying dew to leave no trace of night
to spoil the heart of day with any dark
musings on shadows and the secret places
all best left in the darkness for the night.