Letters to the Editor

Shadows

To the Editor,

The Autumn sun is kind to me.

I and my shadow know.

I job along the highway, my shadow long and lean.

A split-second memory of my teen disappears in the shadows, reappears in the sun, runs forward in front, dips over the hillside, then stands tall and erect accompanying me on a long journey's run.

My Autumn sun I love thee.

My shadow I adore.

At 88, but for a brief moment, my youth immortalized in the bright Autumn sun.

Steve Kopa

Weirton