Weal and Woe

I watch the evening shadows fall
among the olive trees

The stems stand firm
against the sun
spread out, embracing leaves

The shadows though
are doubled over
blows below the chest

Falling backwards,
breathless rapture
motion stopped and slow

With arms a-flailing,
mouths a-wailing,
recoil from the glow
The contrast stark
with wood and sap
that does resist the flow

Weal and woe
Friend and foe
Evening shadows
Long and low

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