Festive

The wind teases the trees, making them shiver in delight.
The stars gossip amongst each other, winking in laughter.
My scarf dances about me, though I stand perfectly still.
I had brought the candle with me, but the twirling breeze rejects it.
Keeping me in the dark night, with only a sliver of moon bedding down.

That’s okay.

I brought the flame in my heart.