Winter Fire

Down by the margin

Of the frozen lake

Willows are ablaze,

Kindled by last rays

of a lambent sun.

On frosted branches

Rubies sparkle in

Transient glory

Black billowing clouds

Extinguish the flames

And up among the

Constellations

A lonely heron

Wings his way across

A distant winter moon.

EFheron

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