lunar eclipse —

already I’ve forgotten

where to look for you

air that smells like snow —

your grin as good as asking

where I’ve put the sled

the promise of snow

gently takes the place

of my alarm clock

your finger a victim

of life at the speed of life —

maybe broken now

deep in the thicket

sparrows singing their safety —

our boy when we’re home

half-full already

the moon lights our way home —

no sign of the fox

new season, new songs —

I imagine my father

listening from somewhere