Peal up shadows,
and drape them over
the deck rails.
The sun
will dry them
like raisins.
Gather them wrinkled.
Don’t iron out
the mystery,
but leave a trail
back to the Light
that birthed them.
Gerald the Writer
Poetry, essay, and prose, oh my!
Peal up shadows,
and drape them over
the deck rails.
The sun
will dry them
like raisins.
Gather them wrinkled.
Don’t iron out
the mystery,
but leave a trail
back to the Light
that birthed them.
Gerald the Writer 
This one has left me contemplating. Blessings as you embrace 2019.
Yes, blessings Jasper!