[Another day, another prompt, another poem.]

Sky flames
As the day ends
Leaves flare
As the year ends
Pumpkins and apricots
Last fruits of summer
Then Halloween
Ghosts and ghouls
And all things dead
Salmon swim upriver
Spawn and die
Shimmer skins
Decaying in the rivers

What is the color of loss?
Black or gray seems a good choice
Who would say orange?
Bright, lively orange

You might never know it
Looking at most old humans
But nature at the end
Seems to love showy orange

One last burst
One big production
One I-dare-you-to-ignore-me flash
Before the end.