Missed

There is snow

on the driveway

and the headache

that you

have had for days

has finally lifted.

Shout up the stairs

past where the keys

are kept

to where the children

slept and they

still are there.

The leaves

had left the trees

and in scarves and coats

the children

scamper around their

green trunks

and kick at the litter

beneath them.

Have no doubt

in the idea

that the birds’ song

can conquer the gloom

of shorter days

that even in the warmth

of Summer

can be seen

approaching over the

still horizon,

from where the children

sleep and are there.