MOONLIGHT CINQUAIN

Fire ring
Glowing embers
Soft wind, whisp’ring leaves
Heat wafts high through shimmers of pale
Moonlight.

Branches
Intertwining
Like fingers in prayer
Providing shelter for my path
To home.

Candle
Burning beacon
Light in high window
Beckoning me home to comfort
And love.

K K McClelland
July 8, 1999