Shadow Worlds In Faint Disguise Poem by L MILTON HANKINS

Sometimes shadows creep across the distant meadow
Casting a pall over the broad field of aster and daisy
Before drifting across the fence row to our bungalow
Where strange apparitions appear on the siding hazy
And float across the shingled roofing and chimney top
Before dissipating from my sight on the other side
Like a kaleidoscope of grays, they dance the hip-hop
Shimmering reflections of sunrays shifting they glide
Yon meadow to a marshy glen awaiting their demise
These light and shadowy mystical ghosts born where
The sun's slanting rays shine through, to our surprise,
Tall oak and maple trees beyond the lea, over there—
Funny how these shapes and forms make of our eyes
Windows into vaporous distant worlds in faint disguise.