30. Jul, 2020

'The Long Shadows'

They fall from the trees
In thin, black strides
Across a grass citrus lime
In the sun’s low glow.
They reach from the strange light
Of that field’s acid green,
A map of sharp lines
On a luminous square
That seem to show the way
To somewhere
Just for that moment
Till they fall at my feet,
Only shadows on the road,
Only the evening coming,
But details as bright as a
Pre-Raphaelite scene
Fresh oiled onto vivid air,
Transformed into beauty
And captured there.

Ruth Enright