Small Candles Haiku

Candlelight dances
with early November snow,
home full of sweetness.

Books and blankets grace
soft pillows, always enough
room for each of us.

The nights grow ever
longer, and still the last thing
I hear is laughter.

Earth wheels her mighty
axis, powered in part by
these small gratitudes.

Wake

Sit around autumn’s table
with the heart so full
of sweetness

and of sorrow, and the fragrant
oven that warms you
like this subtle transformation

of friendships turning quietly
into family. Your loss reverberates
through the hearts of the others,

and the wine is passed,
and the chocolate is passed,
and the candles

push through the darkness
like the laughter that you still manage
to somehow find.