Shadow Loss

All winter long I didn't see my shadow
(I, like groundhogs, peering anxiously)
but now she has come back, and I am glad, oh
glad to see her once more follow me:
a swatch of dark to balance summer skies
midday reminder of the coming night,
a clever masquer in a dark disguise
who mocks each move that I make in the light.

Each morning now the sidewalk sees her stretch
and shrink up tiny when the sun is high.
Oh my companion, dancing pavement sketch
where have you been these seven months gone by?
Of all the pains of cold and rain and frost
I think this was the worst: my shadow, lost.

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