Shadows

Shadows play in the evening

What will they become

A gruesome face stalking the night

A rabid dog waiting to bite

A monstrous creature up in the sky

Maybe an eagle ready to fly

The shadow makes grand

That which is not

Or makes something huge

The size of a dot

It instills fear 

In the hearts of man

Is that a part of some

grand master plan

Or is the shadow there to enjoy

To foster the vision

Of the impressionable boy

In reality the shadow 

Is nothing at all

A simple reflection

For us to enthrall

Spring

Spring has sprung

Life is renewed

All around, nothing subdued

Trim the trees

mow the lawn

In the meadow

A new born fawn

Evening comes and the night is cool

This season's change is slow

Look at spring's miraculous show

Outside playing

Once again

Young boys turning

Into men