By The Light Of The Candle Poem by Erica Graham

The candle burns gently,
With its flickering light.
The soft yellow flame,
Shining so bright.

Each candle to its shadow,
An artistic array.
Each slowly grows dim,
A peaceful display.

The wick has burnt down,
After the long dreary day.
Work has taken its toll,
Through the harsh rainy May.

The candle; a servant,
Still faithful each night.
Proving its loyalty,
With its life-giving light.

© Erica Graham 2014