I walked two miles with my eyes closed,
while autumn’s colors crunched beneath my steps.
Now and again I stumbled, but righted myself,
and continued on my way. The sparrows
listened to my miles and asked, “Why?” and when
I did not answer or open my eyes, again, “Why?”
The path knew my steps well and did not change.
November sheds a gracious scent, knowing
he’s an older gentleman, and I breathed in, and took
his hand, walked on until the circle’s end. And there
I opened up my eyes again. Daylight had fled,
leaving me there to greet the night, with gracious November,