A candle flutters


A candle flutters,

beyond its reflection the wind tosses rain

against our window pane,

mirrored in kaleidoscope memories

of familiar, bright-eyed faces

in tunneled reminiscence of red-green places.


A candle flickers

in scents of cinnamon, roasting poultry

in company with crispy, salty

meats, almonds ground and found

in rice and cream mounds

poured red fruity sauce and crystal sounds.


A candle trembles

in breath of chatting, laughing voices loose

in melodic arrangement chasing caroled tones

of holy, silent night, all is bright

in candle quivering light

and merry Christmas.





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