UMBRA I love the shadows of things; Pale, grey, patternings In the aqueous wonder of dawn: Elm branches distort, Outrageously wrought On a woven texture of lawn. Cloud shadows that go In stateliest pacing Of nebulous gracing Down valleys of tumbled loam: Faint shapes in the snow Intricately interlacing, Of moonlight tracing: The shifting shadow of foam on foam.
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