Ghost Shadow

Ghosts at night and shadows by day.
Reflected images come into the play.
Yet, it is so partly cloudy this way.
This way of a life that seems so gray.

Light seems just to trickle down.
Trickle so slowly to the ground.
Green grass but leaves of brown.
The gravel road makes not a sound.

But still in the trees the birds nest.
So many acorns; Squirrels are blest.
Evergreens look different from the rest.
The fence is sagging but stands the test.

It is a beautiful day on haunted hill.
The wind is quiet and so very still.
Today, the mailman brought no bill.
The shadows and ghosts are here still.

But as I look out my window I see light.
And I think what a most wonderful sight.
It is like an faerie dream to my delight.
Misted with ghosts, shadows and bright.