I cannot see horizons from my backyard
Rooftops and trees and fences effective camouflage
Overhead, the moon still hangs in darkness
Retreating from an east that glows with the threat of day
Advancing west along rose tendrils anointing far clouds
I watch this play out as the dogs play tag in the grass
Thinking on cares lying within me like a dead weight
I see the hope in the east, needing to believe in it
Needing to feel its warmth rather than the early chill
Needing more
