Of all the ways to describe the sun as it meets the horizon, referring to it as a fire seems the most fitting. With clouds in the sky, the sun lights them aflame with colour in the fading moments of daylight. Progressing from a bright fire to the glowing embers of the last moments of light, as the sun fades over the horizon.
A fire seems to glow at the edge of my sight,
Burning off the day, at the onset of night.
Burning brightly, it seems to ignite the cloud;
Turning the sky into a colourful shroud.
Near the horizon the clouds glow like embers in a fire;
The last light of the day that one must admire.
Glowing beneath them, the sun shines a lemony yellow;
Brightening the horizon, as it falls ever low.
Hues of purple, blue and scarlet red,
Dance across cloud tops, as far as they spread.
Contrasting the sunsets heat with a cooler palette,
The evening creeps in above the sunset.
Finally, the dusk sky blazes, its glow burning bright;
Setting the horizon aflame in the fading light.