The Waning Day

The setting sun banks the
embers of its daytime fire,
torching the near horizon in
a glorious blaze of orange light,
the forest a silhouette of dark
drama in the landscape of 
nightfall. The parting kiss
of the sun, tucking the day into
the silence of a winter night
comforts the arras of faint 
light, as the swiftly gathering 
gloom closes the blinds on 
another day of wind and 
gently falling, clustering snow.