Saturday, December 7, 2013

She bestowed candles


She bestowed candles on the statues
and lit them well.

“Winter, my soul. Behold.”

It was a song, and as she sang it,
the candles burned low.

“Soon. Very soon. Soon, she will know.”

The statues grew cold. But oh,
how they loved her. They loved her so well.



2 comments:

Jonathan Chant said...

Another beauty William.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks very much, Jonathan.