image from christimcguire.com
“We may sit in the shade of a tree today because
someone planted that tree a long time ago.”
Shade is made up of deep shadows,
a multiplicity of shadows
clinging to each other, overlapping,
pushing and shoving
in joyful play,
shades of boisterous bliss
that yearn to cool our sweaty brows.
A beautiful place for picnics,
yet not all shadows
comprise or provide shade,
much like bees are insects
but not all insects are bees.
Shades often companion curtains, or stand in for
them, or sometimes replace them. Pencil drawings
are flat and one dimensional without shadings.
Personalities would be shallow & colorless without
diverse complex emotional shadings--even the sea
contains shades of change within its fathoms.
Shade is more than a
blanket as it spreads below
the mighty maple.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub