The Candle in the Quiet Snow
A Note from The Winter Child Poet
Tonight I found a small candle resting in the snow. Its flame wavered like a shy breath, as if it wasn’t sure whether it belonged to the cold or the light. I leaned close, not to warm it, but to understand it. The snow around it didn’t smother the glow. It held it — gently — like a friend who knows to listen before speaking. The wind stopped moving. The night felt cautious, almost protective. And the candle whispered a tiny truth into the quiet: “Some lights soften as they do, but brighten everything around them.” I think that is how many hearts work. They flicker, yes, but their softness warms the world in ways the world rarely notices. When I rose to leave, the candle lifted its flame just once — a little farewell, a little thank you — before settling back into its snowy cradle. I will remember that glow. Some small lights stay with you long after the night ends. Read the full poem and analysis tomorrow 13th: https://alkonda.com/2025/12/13/the-poem-of-the-day-62/© Al Konda · The Poetry Elite