Sky joins,
kisses the ground,
toward the West,
embers glow, burn.

A bonfire crackling
of deep orange churns.
Sits upon a kindling
of cotton candy cloud.

Burnt, the remaining
oxygen of daylight.

Escaping the flames,
sky facing frosts, cools.

Long, thin, ice floes
escape, as born in
walls of glaciers.

Frozen visions in
lilac, soft pink and
etched in violet.

Snow grey and
musk.

Horizon in a blink,
a sketch shaded,
in breaths.

Before eve
sweeps the vista
with a cloak of
stardust.