Reflective Shadow

Hat wearing shadow, slowly sways,
in cemented grass woven days,
as fields of nature break apart,
to trace this figure’s absent heart.

Upon his face where eyes should be,
dandelions paint all he sees,
bright golden heads create a flame,
to witness how he plays life’s game.

Behind him, where nature prevails,
visions of hope embrace and sail,
a mirror rests, square, cracked, and still,
pressed by the earth, to free his will.

Within its glass, a unique hand,
two palms that rise to understand,
cupping a spray of wild delight,
a burst of flowers, bloom so bright.

Color bleeds in trembling seams,
roses and cherry blossom streams,
a tapestry that dares to glow,
places once barren, start to grow.

Shadow, flower, stone, and glass,
each symbols of how moments pass,
yet somewhere in a fractured beam,
the broken earth relearns to dream.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 285 April 28, 2025

This weeks prompt offered two picture options. This poem was inspired by both pictures. 💕