“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


the shapes of shadows

at night the leaves on the trees cast shadows shaped like birds in flight,
silent birds slipping through the darkness to the places of their dreams. 

in the late twilight unseen birds sit on tree limbs
and sing down the sun,
sing the nighttime up around us,
until sleep calls them and they slip away to those dreams,
betrayed only by the shadows they leave behind, 
returning in early morning,
their dreams singing us the sun.

at night the words i write cast shadows shaped like unanswered questions,
unasked questions, words unspoken, regrets,
a clock ticking to the wrong time;
they hide on the pages until day breaks across them
and their shadows disappear,
 returning in darkness
to the sound of wings in the night.



  1. wings in the night....i couldn't help but push your words aside for a moment while i thought of bats....that what we hear at night and i have always loved that. they don't really scare me.

  2. I've been hanging out here for a while and simply had to comment on this. It's so beautiful and leaves me filled with both longing and wonder.

    I found an article of yours ages ago (probably in a somerset mag) and loved it so much I just had to keep coming here for more.

    Your words are incredible and I love visiting you here.

  3. Yes, Debi, I am reading & rereading; this touches exactly that late night place that I, for one, can't put words to. But you can. And I am so grateful for that.

  4. life seen in the shadows .. beautifully written .. and felt

  5. Your words touch me, the sound of wings in the night. I have always wondered where the birds go at night. They go to the silence and you notice.

  6. ... unseen birds sit on tree limbs
    and sing down the sun ....

    beautiful words and image as is the whole.

  7. ..beautiful, and thought provoking as always. i find your words, not so sad now, and my heart smiles for you.
    in fond regard, Tilda

  8. shadows shaped like unanswered questions.

    those shadows follow me everywhere.

    this post was like a whisper, that late at night sitting on the couch alone did you hear that kind of whisper.

    i love that time of night.

  9. You know I'm going to be looking at those nighttime leaves when the sun goes down on this first day of June. I'm going to be looking for wings.


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