Shadows dance in my head,
I dream of time in slow motion.
Shadows that drift into focus,
and into sunlit spaces where they dance in my head.
Softly I turn amongst leaves, turn, turn gathering light and texture
in bundles, simply, soft, falling, turn, turn.
Falling into beds of leaves.
Carpets of colour soft beneath my feet.
Blue, black boots, standing, swathed in fur.
As a cool breeze lifts my gaze into sunlight
and leaves turn, turn falling softly.
White is my hand, silhouetted against orange and gold.
My gaze falls upon a blue frame and lingers,