Shadows

The daylight angles different now

dark shadows cast across this yard;

what once was bright fades brown to gray--

as life now passes to decay.

The leaves grow sparse, the chill invades

and brittle does each limb become;

the sap flows thick through every vein

but deep in root, a spark remains.

Like armillary sphere, we spin..

past sun and moon, through spring and fall.

Each cycle speaks in steadfast clue;

for all that dies is birthed anew.

© Ginny Brannan September 2012

Shared at d'Verse Poets Open Link Night #63.