Pronounced in syllabled footsteps is
Deer track staccato
Dog’s heavy deep paws and nails
Fox’s light padding down the trails
Written in rich “death by chocolate” cake batter mud
I feel you underfoot through the sole
Of my blue boots.
You are a welcoming, resilient give.
Your invitation has resounded in my mind for weeks-
The memory of your body.
My embodied “yes” leans against a lichen-cloaked Tree
And off the right boot, the grey hiking sock.
Off the left boot, the sock.
Your spring holds my winter feet.
The last of frost diffuses
up my heels, leg bones
to my heart.
Fox peers at me from behind the cattail blind.
A gift to have our paws in the same muddy earth.