By Kelly Beardsley
(1988)
Shadows
A single rose in the sun
fiery red,
Dew sparkles in the rays
like jewels,
All is peaceful and tranquil
right here,
No evil shadows lurking.
Then, in the quickest second
the cloud,
The bejeweled rose once standing
is gone.
The lurking shadows have come-
The tranquility
Peace - gone forever,
Remains-
Quiet.