Waking Times

we strap on our boots and walk

I,

and my mother

mud is too eager these days

should still be in winter slumber

but we live in waking times

I,

and my mother

we walk as all our mothers have taught us

close to water

speaking of the day's worries

so that others may rest easy

there's not much light left today

careful and our boots in the mud

I, 

and my mother