Windswept shadows...

A place shadows didn’t want to disassociate
themselves; from His bough and leaf green stem.
Where they’re dissolved mulches would conflate
Together in that that is no-longer mayhem.

A place shadows are indemnified:
So, as not too fall into a world of contraband:
These leafs whose ashes are falling hearthside
Gather their embers in the air for his command.

A place shadows in number are incredulous…
In number they proliferate like stars
Clustered in some far galaxies nebulous.

Leaves now of enduring light in a forest of pulsars
A place where shadows—strategically
Golden disappear reappear oh so heavenly...