Candle light spreads
through the ebony night
like
spilled sugar
on a
black granite countertop.
The crescent moon’s
golden
sharp
Curve
cuts
the
midnight
sky like
a scythe in a wheat field.
Twinkling tree lights
S
P
R I
N K
L E their blinks
among the branches of holiday evergreens.
Winter lights bring awe and joy when we pause to appreciate them.
– Lisa H. Kaminski