Being Use To The Winter's Darkness At 48

A Beam Fell From The Roof
And Into Her Flower Garden
Like Incense Burning Her Nose
And Reminding Her Of That Candle
She Had Forgot To Put Out In The Hallway
She Loved How Nearly Everybody Commented On It
"Festive", To The Popery On The Kitchen Table
And Themed Pillows In The Sitting Room
On Which The Week's Guests Reclined
With A Glass Of Red Thats Well
Out Of Their Range

But It Was The Time Of Year
To Set Windows Alight With Candles
To Wrap Over-sized Bonsai Trees In Lights
But There Would Be No Crib Scene, A Bit Too Typical
Instead Just Her Pruned Flowers In The Garden
And Her Swept Drive Un-noticed
By All Of The Night's Guest

But All The Candles And Flowers
Lit Up By Flood Lights
Or Cara Matches

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Two Rooms With Radiators On
And The Guest If It Was An Overnight
And Candles Burned While She Was Alone
Enveloped So You Couldn't See Flickers From The Road.
That Day She Was Spent Down The Couch's Back
And In The Empty Ash Tray Of The Micra
To Be In Before They Shut At Four

Phoning The Company While
Returning In The Early Evening's Dark
For Her Guest Would Be Arriving At Eight
Over The Last Hedge She Wonder "How Quick?"
And Thought She Must Have Left Ever Single Switch On
She Felt It Was Almost Like Lighting Her Family's Tree For The First Time
But Her Estranging Neighbor In The Bungalow Took His Time And
Left Her Only To Retrace The Brigades' Fire Resistant Footprints
A Handsome One Held Her Line, Statement In Hand
It Was All She Could Do To Keep
The Other From Her Hair

But All The Candles And Flowers
Were Burning Her Nose
And Her Night's Celie

CK