Since the swan had died
In frigid winter winds,
The lake became deserted.
A lonely puddle, missing
The swan's vibrant voice.
The lake had no utterance
Of her own.
She cried, making ripples;
Missing her protector.
The winds, apologetic,
Froze the upset waters
To make amends.
It eased the ache briefly
But she worried
About the emptiness
Of springtime.
The lake waited
And winter thrived.