Single candle burned staunchly in the crow-wing night.
Wayward wind fluttered to tempt the light.
Candle straight as a dye stood firm and white.
Wind backed off having lost the fight.
Flame stretched skyward in the black night bite
And burned with Christmas tranquillity might.
(4 January 2012)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem