Embers

Low embers of a flame
Long dead or igniting again
Shimmering in the dark
Chasing the cold away

The gentle breeze,
an aid it brings
flaming the embers
to rage within

Blazing its path
to the skies above
spreading it arms
to grasp all around

Jubilant red, burning bright

dancing to the wind

the orange hues

of the dying blaze