Shadow Remains

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.