Autumn turned her back

On us

And we all rustic

Relived

The aching moment that

Became us as snow fell,

As wind pressed against us.

And then,

We whispered to ourselves

And we, all fallen, cold, like

The bare trees,

Naked like the bluejays

Made our ways

We made our ways

And walked our paths

And trod the earth

And trod the earth

And found our homes.