This is how I spent Earth Hour last night:
How did you spend it?
Mine:
Writing by Candlelight
Flickering warmth licks my face;
Candles share a medieval taste
Of late night scribbles and thoughts,
Of storied stanzas and poetic plots.
Shadows conceal letters,
Perhaps for the better;
Emotions dance across the page
And vanish when the light fades.
Ears are more trusted
When eyes become rusted -
For surely how the words sound
Counts for more than where they're found.
