A storm raged among the live oaks
While my husband and I
Sat in the semi-dark
Listening!
We watched from the windows
The lights off
Saw the moss
Whipped upright
By the wind’s force
Two candles we had lit
Side by side
Before us
So solidly had our house been built
Kept their tall flames
Unmoved
May it be so
When a storm sends the moss
Whipping
Back and forth
Upright
Above my head
Like flames in the final
Fury