A candle flame, unsteady, dances to an uncertain future.
Within it, secrets caked in want, wax-tomb-embedded
lay a still brighter flame to the still darker day.
listen to how the dying light of Persephone’s
summer, brings the long wait of Demeter’s winter.
In the cold years of months when time drags her feet
and the wick is snuffed
to light a fuse – there hides a promise –
more wick, and an ember-lit flame.
Picture found here