it has been awhile since I walked a mile in her shoes
this ritual silence has blown away on November wind
uttering the howls of change and broken ceilings
on the ash and cedar decadence and delight on turns of day and night
…
it has been awhile since I walked a mile in her shoes
to feel the depth of season
to withstand all of foliage debris
to be in a place of all the beauty I can see