It is not satisfying
To see those you love and respect
At odds with each other

It is like waking as a young child
To the sound of your parents arguing.




Three Haiku for Winter:


The half moon shines bright
In the cold dawn of winter
Half gone with sunrise.

Snow dusts Cyrene's streets.
Merrilon is covered with
Balaia's footprints.

Your farewell is like
Wine on a summer's evening
Recalled in winter.




Penned by my hand on the 16th of Glacian, in the year 379 AF.