Chill Seeping Out of the Old Forest

You have eaten the gingerbread house,

my children.  Left me

in changing weather.  Every evening,

the sun goes down earlier.

I was so anxious to fatten you up,

I failed to save crumbs

to mark my way home.

–by Ava Leavell Haymon

from her collection Why the House is Made of Gingerbread