Frosty Ember Spirits

This is just a poem that I wrote yesterday after my friend inspired me.  We were walking through the snow and she pointed out that the snowflakes looked like fireflies when they passed through the light.  So, I cranked this out... not the best, but it was fast.

The night was dark, winds sharp and cold

my visage that of someone old

exhausted by the haunt of life

the endless war of pointless strife

and so I trudged with downheld gaze

and waited for the end of days

but when my gaze rose off the ground

I stopped, fixation skyward bound

as feathery snowflakes passed me by

darting through the velvet sky

but when through lamplight floating flew

transmogrified to something new

for when I blinked, my opened eyes

beheld a swarm of fireflies

a merry lot, they spent the night

dancing through the lambent light

but when the sun peeped forth its rays

the ember spirits lit away

my flying friends, turned gold and red

spun and into heaven fled

and as the peach sky faded blue

I heard them bid a soft adieu

and promise that the next dark night

where snowflakes met the gold lamplight

they would return to speak to me

to dance and play and make me free.