Early Evening

For a moment, she is standing alone
at the midpoint of the early evening,
bounded by the sun’s climax and midnight.

Her reflection, mirrored against purple
bruises on the horizon, softens.
She pushes away night’s black invasion
pulls in the memory of early light –
those hours when the sun’s ascendance
erased shadows that now grow around her.

It is this time she cherishes; this place
where passion reignites, and desire
finds a way back into life – all at once.

The beginning of her day was quiet;
to quiet returns in early evening.