Reflections of Twilight

She sat on Beacon Hill reflecting

On her thoughts of the day when

The sun too sought rest behind

The Olympic Mountains.

Sending back fractured light through

Prisms of atmosphere dispersing

A spectrum of colour across the sky

Reflecting on leaves of a tree

And a sphinx moth on a flower

Before dissolving like an

Overly -wet watercolour painting

Into the depths of the pellucid ocean.

She was left with darkness

Woven among stars and satellites.

She sat often on Beacon Hill

Reflecting on the mysteries

Of the many prisms of twilight.

Hazel Ross