Ignite
ignite
small candle’s wick
invisible by day
revealed in heavy shroud of night
in darkest hour, the little flame dances
makes shadows bend and sway, arching
along dry, tinder path
to winter’s hearth
ignite
~
Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me
Entry posted in poetry & Rictameter Verse.
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