Glow
I am reluctant to welcome fall; I feel tension between the pull to hold onto summer’s long, languid days and the tug to cross fall’s threshold into lengthening nights, cooler air, and a move back indoors to the comfort of home. In fall, as nature prepares for her seasonal rest, plants and creatures slow down. There is a quiet understanding that winter approaches and may do so quickly.
I quiet down as well; my inclination to stay home and burrow into its comfort strengthens. Early crimson sunsets fade into deeply bruised horizons and by November in the Eastern sky the ultra-bright stars of winter begin rising. On these nights I crave indoor light; and it is candle light that satisfies my craving. A candle’s flame casts light and warmth into otherwise coldly shadowed spaces. The glow of even one candle creates a welcoming mood that diminishes the dark gently but effectively.
My haiku is meant to celebrate that humble candle.
Glow
Candlelight lightens
the room, once smudged winter black,
with incandescence
