A Poem for November

A Frozen Moment

Standing alone

as gasps of joy echo all around.

Wiping lonely tears,

abandoned, lost.

Troubles, jumpy as rockets,

wary of recall,

scared of looking ahead.

Glowing sparkles fail to light the way

as the fire fades on yet another day.

 

Standing arm-in-arm,

with gasps of joy my own,

happy tears

glisten in the crowd;

eyes as bright, smiles alive as ours.

A desolate life turned to

diamond and flowers.

Ten times lighter, louder than before,

a fire that will burn for evermore.

Maria Stephenson