Into the woods


And so we go

We weave our way in and out of the woods

so we are the wolf one day red riding hood the next

We carry our hearts and our sharp teeth and claws in our pockets

never knowing which one we will need which one we will be from one

day to the next so we go from valley to hill

Forest to town

Wild to obedient

our basket empty one dayAnd our basket full the next