We have gathered
on the hillside
this Autumn eve,
enjoying the brisk
air that lifts
our spirits,
like kites
soaring and spiralling
in the dying light.
The waning Sun
has carved our
silhouettes
into stick men.
Shadow puppets
performing
an impromptu drama
and
even as we turn
to leave…
we remain
captured
in the artist’s eye
by lens
and whirring shutter.
Immortal image
of shadow
and golden light
