Dancing shadows
on the wall,
born
from swaying trees
and delicate leaves
waiting
to leave –
Autumn falls –
on this May Monday morning.
A siren
in the distance outlives
the roaring motorbike,
while a dog barks
and birds chirp –
the soundtrack of silence
in the absence
of this home’s inhabitants.
The shadows grow still,
and soon
they will depart,
this everyday art
fading
as work resumes,
and the busy-ness of the week consumes
minutes hours days
of this life.
But
for just these moments
I
appreciate
the quiet;
a time to be still;
of solitude,
take my fill…
slip-sliding away..... 
I love your new poems, Yacoob! Something has shifted, and your imagery and language are now so cohesive and sharp. Your poetry has always intrigued me, but its shape and tone have become more masterfully refined and more distinctly “you.” Thank you for sharing these poems!
Another excellent short poem, Yacoob, with many layers, and some really cool rhyming schemes. If I were a more expert at poetry I would probably come up with a better adjective than “cool.” 🙂 But it invited several readings, which is a mark of good poetry.
This is lovely, with the sounds and images as everyday art. I am there.