Days End

I sat and watched the sun slowly set reflected in her eyes.
Hues of umber and gold that as they shifted in the skies
The lone bird as it circled high above the trees
The cool caress of a late afternoon breeze
Like a distorted image in a Christmas ornament
I watched the last portions of another day spent
Smiling I reached down and closed her eyes
Then finished burying her, to keep away the flies.