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
Phil Slattery, Writer, Publisher 