Dawn Chorus

we saw thick clouds swirling malignant on the dopplar all morning but by the time you were swaddled in your carseat the sky was clearing leaving most of the world indoors

snow neatly plowed onto the curbs muffling the sound of the car i hadn’t started in five days ninety-three north was clearer than i’ve ever seen trees sprawled their freshly whitened tendrils into the impossibly radiant pinks of evening

we did not turn on the radio i listened to some strange music in the harmonic resonance of the trees of the road of everything that had sung you into being