January 5 PM: Central Time
Between the worlds
of daylight and dusk
there is a sudden stop
a dot of time
tenderly tending the fluid silver light
pulls herself up short
Is it too late?
Am I dying with the fading sun?
The question shivers my soul.
Brilliant disk drops
behind the darkening shadows of woods.
My fearful heart reaches toward the horizon
declares itself in a leap of Faith
surrenders to the clarity of winter night