From my office window upstairs I can see the shadows as they change, develop, and disappear daily

They grow long, shrink short,

Compress together until many shadows become one

The sunlight moves upon the land making all the shadows

Ripple and move like silk

Until the land is deep into the dark

But the full sun also forms magic shadows

Shadows all brought to us by that exquisite sky

From my world to your heart,

Linda