Diana
The wisps of her smooth hair leave a trail of stars in the twilight
The wisps of her silken gown linger in the snow with rose petals
She plucks a hair from old man sun as he drifts below her silken mantle
She smiths her bow from rays and willow as twilight frames her embodied soul
Her heart all a quiver, golden streaks through midnight
Her love never misses, dreams hit the mark straight and true
JB, Feb 1, 2018
