She passed the flickering light..
It was a candle.
She stopped to admire the flame
As it danced through the snowy wind.
Encased in it’s little box,
As though it were prepared to be buried.
The flame dwindles as the wax melts away.
She picks up a leaf from the ground
And admires the brown colour. It stood out
On the white snow.
The white candle , on the white snow
On the white stones, above a white coffin.
Her baby can finally play in the snow.