Long Shadows

I look and see the long shadows,
the shadows of trees and birds.
The long shadows of branches and fields.
I see these shadows and are reminded of
those of before.
Those days of simple times,
of hearing the crunching leaves beneath my feet.
Long shadows,
mirroring the shadow of the one above.
These long shadows proficiency what is to come.
The cold bitter winter is ahead.
The long shadows, the short days.
The trees soon are barren, and nothing is left,
and the long shadows are once again gone.