Throws longer on green
Grass the younger
The new sun up above
Seems in the
Mornings

As the grays turn
More cold as the
Trees get more
Brittle as the birds
Speak less
Bolder
As the horizons
Get closer

Appreciations set in
Almost glaring in relief
Standing out quicker
Bolder more
Noticed.
More serene

Like birds I've never
Noticed on wing
Near the clouds near
The forest
Careen float
Like asterisks on clean
Paper
Awaiting their
Call

And as the shadows get
Longer and bolder I
Allow them, no enchant and
Caress, each one
As an angel
I've missed.