Candle Light — rogermoorepoet

Candle-light Five candles burn at my table.Outside, the night wind howls like a dogand scratches its pelt on my roof. The wind has torn branches from the treesand polished the evening frost until it sparkles like eighteenth century silver. A moth circles, sizzles, and flares. I keep my vigil at night’s altar and place a […]

Candle Light — rogermoorepoet

Author: S.P. Staff

Slattery Publishing Staff.

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