across the shadows

across the shadows, clinging to the trees,
in reticence: a silence long desired,
believing there’s a way, and pressing on.

when young, ignoring harbingers and signs,
but now aware, respecting of such things,
across the shadows, clinging to the trees

the noisy, fulsome way is now eschewed,
the brightest light avoided, like a plague,
in reticence: a silence long desired

and age comes on, as day gives way to night,
and hope is more of heart than chances seen —
believing there’s a way, and pressing on.


(Cascade form from YeahWrite via Rarasaur.)