SHADOWS OVER THE LAND

There are shadows over the land. They come out of the ground, from the dust and tumbled bones of the earth. Tree shadows that haunt the woodlands of childhood, holding fear in their branches. Stone shadows on the desert, cloud shadows on the sea and over the summer hills, bringing water. Shapes of shadow in pools and wells, vague forms in the sand-light. Poet, John Haines from The Stars, the Snow, the Fire. St. Paul, Greywood Press