Phoenix Poem by Diana van den Berg

Phoenix



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)

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Diana van den Berg

Diana van den Berg

Durban, South Africa
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