In a Blaze of Glory

You dip below the horizon

deftly gathering your flowing train

of fiery golden glory

with an elegant flourish

you surround yourself with its

scintillating glow in a romantic show

of reliable splendor

day in and day out

you set fire to the sky

burning down the day

like a runaway candle

for the adoration of those

intentional observers

who know that you enjoy

casting a pale bland backdrop

and then suddenly flinging

the most intense hues upward

in a defiant last statement

until morning

when your sweet yellow

palette belies your

sultry scene from the

edge of

nightfall