The window lights a corner throwing off a misty glow.
The hearth is burning kindling like it's putting on a show.
The winter sun is westering and shadows start to grow.
The stars are slowly dancing through their ever present treks.
The fireflies: undoubtedly the prettiest insects.
The northern lights are lovely. The moon? It just reflects.
The lightning flashes fiercely turning giant into elf.
The candle seems contented as it flickers on the shelf.
The lantern's creaking cooly. It illuminates itself.