Heavy wet snow fell fast,
Covered our footprints as we walked the dogs,
Returning chilled, ready for a hot bath and The New Yorker.
Until the lights went out – heavy snow, downed power lines.
A candle arrived from my knight in shining armor.
Reading with the flicker of the flame
I leaned to the right to harness the light
A familiar odor, I pondered my memory
Until a lock of hair drifted into the tub water.
Thin burnt hair fell fast.