There is a way-

through a season...

There is a way that I once walked
through a season long, long ago
when the wind was sweet as music
and trees, even blown and burnt
and broken, my best companions
and none were with me to impress
or persuade and cajole or beg from
and I was honest, even with myself,
Now I yearn to find that way again,
make that long and winding climb
above this cloud of boast and doubt
to where each tiny thing’s a wonder
and I might never think of me at all.

Walk in hope-

-henry