Shadow-paint

Outside the glass, across venetian blinds,
the setting spring sun
puts a gash of light along the wall
to the floor, with shadows.
Stark limbed bushes waver in wind,
moving shadows, stationary blinds,
hot light, all sloping down.
The pattern will rise up the wall
until florescence smothers it all.

Outside the glass darkly,
cold to the touch,
limbs of bushes still
rattle in a wind filled night.

                    published in For the Love of Death, the early years, 2nd ed., S.I.N., 1993.