Candle
Candle
I walked on soft pine needles
When the cool breeze touched my face.
The last single leaves were falling, twirling,
In the air all around me.
Even the shadows danced in the street.
I took a breath of patience, given to me.
Tall white birch trees towered above.
Slender in the sun so bright.
I think of the last candle I lit.
Did I put it out or did it just fade?
Or was it both of us burning bright
Until it went out in the dark of the night?
Heidi Sands
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