For fifteen years
a pilgrim
to a thatch of wood
forgotten wild
in the city
to hear the snow
tumbling over a tree root
into noise, a carnival
of thaw
to see the bloodroots
unfold and know
my roots will stir
For fifteen years
a pilgrim
to a thatch of wood
forgotten wild
in the city
to hear the snow
tumbling over a tree root
into noise, a carnival
of thaw
to see the bloodroots
unfold and know
my roots will stir