A Candle in the Living Room
Power outage, wood stove piping hot,
wind howls all sound
and the house responds,
rattles and moans, holds.
Branches snap, brittle needles below zero,
the freight train wind high-speed
rush then retreats from my street
and the roar now up off the mountain top
sounds a thousand jets, high and away
in sight of the sea thick with snow and moon
and moan. Windows and doors vibrate
with a returning blast rolling
down the slope tight against the land—
you must be rooted, but clinging
doesn’t save everything. Place
another log in the fire. Open
a book under the single flame.
Author: Guy Reed
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Photo: Paolo Nicolello on Unsplash
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