Evening Light
T Tom Billsborough
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My eyes now follow
Trajectories of shadows.
Deep, dark green hollows
Beneath the elder,
Enhancing the meadowsweet's
White feathers
And the cascades of jasmine
Swimming like stars.
And the pale greens and purples
The bi-coloured marjoram
And the spiked betony.
I am seduced by these contrasts
Which the light now fingers
Shaping its sculptures
With trajectories of shadows.
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