Fragrance of Dusk

Evening drapes its shawl of stars, a soft sigh escaping the day, and in the garden, petals close, a gentle cupping of the light.

Lavender fills the fading air, in each breath, memories linger, at twilight’s cusp, hush descends, a lullaby from the earth’s embrace.

The horizon blushes in farewell, yearning for the night’s embrace, where shadows weave into the twilight, a tapestry stitched with whispers of dreams.

• María Pizarro