The snow a white and ebbing tide
While shadows creep behind and hide
Oh come full moon I do implore
Bring back my shadow ever more.
The trees, the birds, the deep blue sea
Transparent in their growing plea
Seeking shadows to follow through
Leave their footprints in all they do.
Reflections of my human frame
Hovering near, always the same
My phantom friend ever there
Waiting for my steps to share
Harbouring insecure dreams
Leaning over, transparent seams
My shadow, unique for me
Standing back for all to see.
Linda Hurdwell has been a widow for 5 years. She has two adult sons. Living in the English countryside, she takes her dog, Bessie, for a daily walks and that's where many of her poems and stories are born. She has always loved writing and has a few short stories published. Although now a pensioner, she enjoys working with adults with learning disabilities and running a mencap social club once a week. Her hobbies are writing, tap dancing, and going to the theatre or cinema with my friends.