721 a little light is light. 11-10-17 (check out the word search box)

There!
And again,
there!

In an icy forests darkness,
akin to blindness,
or eyes squeezed shut for fear
of something,
stalking near,

a flicker.

Firefly?

Fairy?

Just ahead,
a shape shifter glimmer
floating forward
or, as easily,
circling me around
on a merry-go-round
of root snared boot
and branch lash.

But the dim light is all.

So,
arms reach out,
fingers stretching as cat whiskers,
I follow on.
Until, just higher on the next hill,
a faint glowing!

A bulb?
On a back porch?

Of the house prepared for me.

I chase the glimmer
to the light above the door,
surprised to find it
unlocked
when I turn the nob,
to feel,
as it swings open,
the warming friendly fire
from a wood stocked stove.

The little glimmer I followed here,
flits back into the night.
Its task for me is finished.

It searches for another,
lost,
to tempt,
home.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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