A Winter Fire

A winter fire her grey eyes shine

seeing straight through me

to the embers that remain of the day.

Summer started tonight

and even blades of grass

are touched and bend to the will

of hovering June solstice.

Silver gleaming hair

and flawless olive skin,

she dances with the fallen shadows

outstretched her slender form,

beckoning me into her cadence.

We move like vigilant wolves

we move like avid lovers

and the full moon follows in pursuit

witnessing the embrace of ages.

She holds lavender candle wax in one hand

and a pair of dice in the other,

my spark to and apprehension.   

Photography by The Amazing K. Gleason 
I know I spelled sorrow wrong but used a program I can't correct it on.