On the darkest day
the candle continues
to lure me
towards its orange glow.
Top of jar blackened
by rising smoke
remaining interior
caked in wax
except for a small circle
a window to its soul.
I catch glimpses
of the dancing flame
as it shows off
its aliveness
and I wonder:
Is this flame
alive in me?
Happy winter solstice!
Bridget
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On the Darkest Day
