Dancing in the Shadows

Mother Nature lives here, in broad daylight she hides, and she’s dancing around midst the trees

At home with the squirrels, the snowdrops and moss, at one with the birds and the bees

She sways with the grasses and howls with the wolf, as she sings to the song of the breeze

A friend of both robin and babbling brook, who bow down and give thanks at her knees

She’s there in the shadows, she slips in and out, but I see her each day from afar

She imagines she’s hidden, but not from my eyes, I observe with my curtains ajar

I indulge from my seat, like an old Peeping Tom, and take in her assured repertoire

In the shadows – a temptress, seductive yet sweet, an eternally flickering star

In summer she’s hidden for much of the time as she’s cloaked with an emerald cape

Her movements are gentle, so graceful and light, with an effortless shifting of shape

Like a sheet on the dry-line, she rises then falls, playing games with the hazy landscape

But her shadowy form doesn’t fool me at all, I see through her, she cannot escape

In winter she turns, becomes feisty and bold, changing tempo, directing the gale   

She is battered and torn, and her ego is bruised, as her elements fracture and flail

Her form is now naked and clear to my eye, she delights in her grim fairy-tale

Her skeletal form seems to mock from afar, as her options, from shadows, surveil

I know Mother Nature, she visits me oft, with her shameless, impetuous dance

She knows I am won, she’s my mistress, my muse, can excite me and keeps me entranced

Her form, so familiar: her neck, back and breast, like a magnet - I can’t help but glance

From the shadows, her form is indulgent – yet warm, from the shadows she seeks me perchance