At the End of the Day

diaphanous wisps trail
like a vaprous bridal veil
atop billowing towers
glowing orange
as the sun points
fading fingers
and out of the corner of my eye
flashes burst white hot
amidst the black shroud above
seventy-one crows
fly out of the south-east
yes i counted every one
fluttering black speckles
upon the pinkening backdrop
and the cottonball tower
becomes a glowing ember
alight from within
edges all aglow, blushing
like a virgin bride
veil trailing detached
breaks apart and drifts
as another glaring white flash
bursts within the wall
of blackness to the south
the breeze lifts my hair
caresses my cheek
before passing on
following the crows perhaps
as the ember fades out
alit no more
so i say good bye
to another day