Pond shadows

Walking the garden, I thought

you were being coy, matching

the shadows in the pond.

It was less than that, shadows

creeping through the trees,

dark reflections in the water.

It was more than that, sounds

of shadows entering water,

telling me what I could not hear.

It was exactly that, shadows

disappearing into the dusk

growing around us, then me.

Photograph by Muhammed Kara via Unsplash. Used with permission.

(This poem was submitted to a photo poetry prompt, with a different photo, for the Poets in the Original group at MeWe.)