Advent to Candlemas (Vol. 4)

Sparks

Glittering lights
All bright and cheery
On Winter nights:
Joy on parade,
All neat and tidy,
Encouraging trade.

Candles are quaint
But somewhat risky,
Requiring restraint:
There's something un-English
About being holy,
It's best to extinguish.

Sparks are a nightmare,
Random and oblivious,
Falling just anywhere:
Love and fire,
Out of control,
Far worse than desire.