Shade

Morning comes.
The sun peeks over the earth’s edge
And darkness flees before him…
Except for them.
The shadows refuse to go.
He rises up to his full height
And glares down…
But they laugh at his burning gaze.
They huddle together, becoming
Mere dots
Made all the darker by
His growing intensity.
My hair stirs
In the gentle breezes as I stand,
Sheltered in their gentle embrace,
And sigh with gratitude.