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