Life's wind doesn't harm the wick, it simply severs the candle's flame. _m

times candlewick 
deeply feeds this flame of life
a soft wind

__I left this Cinquain in an instant... at Talon's most recent post, it was inspired by K's poem... "Snippets from a Summer Journal." 
__I was brought back to my childhood; the memories, the taste of new black birch twigs, and walking among the moss and wild violets.
Thanks K!   _m


Black birch,
in this new bark
I taste the sweet syrup
and walk among the violets.
Such gifts.