The ebbing light pools to aqua shallows in the west,
And casts the clouds through dusty lavenders to depths of gray,
But wispy-fingered mists still reach to grasp the glow and hold it,
Lighting briefly to a burnished shine
‘Fore cooling to a softened steel
As the fire slips past and flows away.
Then the smoldering brightness draws together
Sending forth its last farewell.
The chill of depths creeps in behind it
O’er-flowing it in even’s swell.