A Winter’s Night by Lynette Esposito

I look up
to feel
the flickers of light
with silver- blue flames
just out of reach.

The tips of my fingers almost touch
the fire
I stretch high and far
to where I believe
you have gone.

I am breathless
from the frosted air
on a winter’s night
in the country
where stars are aplenty
but I am alone.

Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in Poetry Quarterly, North of Oxford, Twin Decades, Remembered Arts, Reader’s Digest, US1, and others. She was married to Attilio Esposito and lives with eight rescued muses in Southern New Jersey.

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