The light over the gravestones, through the trees,
mixes the sun with dark; a tint of shade.
A slightly eerie look, then, what one sees.
The stones standing motionless, on parade.
You would need two colours to paint that light.
At least two, or at least, the correct two.
And their application have to be right
to record that light’s essence, and that hue.
Would not describe it as being dappled.
It’s a single light, as though egg-white brushed.
If thought other-worldly, might get rattled,
but it is still. By ghosts, I think, untouched.
So although no reason, I think, to fear,
it does present as a strange atmosphere.