The Little Star Beside the Eaves
A Note from The Winter Child Poet
Tonight a little star drifted lower than stars usually go. It brushed the chapel eaves as if it needed a place to rest— a quiet corner of the sky where no one would ask it to shine too brightly. I watched it from my window, my mitten pressed against the glass. Its glow wasn’t sharp or proud; it was soft, almost shy, the kind of light that feels warm even when winter is deep and cold. Sometimes small lights wander. Not because they are lost, but because someone down below needs them for a moment. I think this star came looking for someone like that. When it flickered toward me—just a little—I felt something gentle rise inside, like the room had learned a new way to breathe. Even the wind held still, as if it didn’t want to interrupt. The star didn’t say much, only a tiny truth: “Some lights lose their way to find the hearts that need them.” And then it rose again, slow and quiet, leaving behind a thin silver glow beneath the eaves, as if it wanted to be remembered. I will remember it. Some lights only visit once— but they change the night they touch. Read the full poem and analysis tomorrow 12th: https://alkonda.com/2025/12/12/the-poem-of-the-day-61/© Al Konda · The Poetry Elite