Tree branches
scratch my window.
Tiny ringtail tiptoes lightly
along the eaves
towards succulent tips
of almond leaves.
Fitful moon peers out
from clouds galloping
towards the horizon.
Under eiderdown,
I imagine black swans
hiding in reeds at the water’s edge.
Soon they’ll lead their little ones
into the depths
to dive among weeds.
I sit up.
Through lacework curtains
Nature’s night light streams,
casting silver reflections.
Gusty wind breaks
the lake’s surface
into ripples of
ebony and ice.
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