reading by candle light
isn't it pure delight?
cosy comfort,
legs tucked up under,
absorbed in a world
in the book immersed
holding one in thrall
through the windy night....

a glass of wine soothes
sweet fragrance of fading blooms
lingers in the air
stillness, warmth, soft light
from the flickering candle
the wind howls in the distance,
the rain beats rhythmically
against the window panes....