“The End of Winter”
Streetlamps on the far shore flicker in
And out of view as the snow accumulates
On the slick surface of the lake.
Moonlight filters through the dancing clouds,
Catching the flash of a fox’s tail
Vanishing into a trimmed hedge.
Embers glow in the fireplace, a dying
Reminder of the warmth we shared
Not an hour ago, now lost.
The Swords of the Ancients 