Day’s End

 

 

The fiery red sunset

 

Casts cotton candy

 

Inverted images

 

Atop the shimmering water;

 

Looking like the end of the world,

 

Flaming colors streak

 

Across rooftops in the distance;

 

Bloated water-pregnant clouds

 

Hang low like dingy fleece pillows,

 

Their hazy reflections

 

Cast mirror images

 

On the grey-green Bay;

 

A majestic blast furnace

 

Of Halloween burnt orange

 

Glows against the razor sharp horizon;

 

The day slowly folds itself

 

Into a blanket of night

 

As darkness shoves

 

The ruby scorched sky

 

Beyond the August skyline