Friday poem

[Deanna]

Shadow, you bad boy
You’re taking my golden away
He couldn’t stay
didn’t say why
But he’ll make me go green in the spring

So jealous of sky
Who gets to carry you
marry you
Woo you, sweet golden, with blue.

I stretched out to catch the last rays of today
Then you sailed away
Heading west without me
You have places to be
And I’m left like the loneliest tree