Shadows

I wrote this as the title poem for my poetry book.

shadows cast on clear mornings
patterned light across the ground
finding the infant steps of courage
and mocking their dance.
Remembering the last time
I walked kicking through the leaves, breath frosting
silently in the evening cold,
I breathe in and out to prove
that I still exist somewhere,
crying when I have to and
washing the pavement clean
with the tears that escaping
shadows brings.