Long Shadows [Free Verse]

long autumn shadows stretch
across the pavement

and it might just be that
everything has stretched out

time and thought and hope
and love and life and mystique

all smeared across the day like
shadows smear across the ground

it's a slowing of the mundane
as the mood grows sadder

winter's melancholy is moving
on the wing 

Three Thoughts on Shadow

I
Where is my shadow?
I look behind me
&
see that it's 
ill-formed & indistinct.
And I wonder whether
it's 
the quality of the light, 
or
the quality of the me.


II
I read that Oraon shamans
study people's
shadows.
Fat-shadowed people 
are said to be 
ill-tempered,
stubborn,
& 
domineering
[but not necessarily 
fat-bodied.]


III
I heard tell of
a master of shadows.
It might not seem like 
much of an object
of mastery --
shadows being intangible,
but he always knew which way 
he was going
and where the world sat 
at the moment.
[And that's more
than can be said
of the rest of us.]
It was a simple skill
that most could not
be bothered to practice.
Everyone else's inability 
to find value in those 
dark angular patches
was his gain.