by Marina Richardson
The pink and blue of summer skies
Have turned to winter's pale gray stain
But the shadow that cooled me from
Summer's hot sun has chosen to remain.
Now grown larger, it takes up my light.
Instead of cool shade, it acts as my bane.
I shiver in the cold, in a patch of dark
And yet my shadow has chosen to remain.
No one can see me under this shadow,
This shadow whose presence I cannot explain
But I can see them from this prison of darkness
And lonely I feel while my shadow remains.