Only Shadows

by Michael Tusa

There is a whisper in the shadows,

that stalks the field 

and clings to the feet 

of the wind.

I saw it once, and I watched it go, and today I saw it pass once again.

And I and mine, hid beneath the skirt of the leaves,

clinging to the legs of the tree,

 closely whispering amongst ourselves, 


if shadows can see.