Last of four poems I wrote spending time with myself and nature in the woods in a little off-grid cottage. This poem is weirder than the other three wandering with a mind of its own as poems sometimes do. Enjoy. (Sorry no photo, upload speed is too slow.)
The shadows are lively today
those drifting places of solace
distracting the nibbling sun.
My shadow attached itself to me today
warning me to stand it the wake of a tree
for the forest plows the sun
and plants the shade creatures
mushrooms like me
with my feet plunged deep
where someday I will rest
with my forest ancestors.