For today's prompt, write an evening poem. My initial thought is that this poem would somehow involve the night, but upon further reflection, I guess it could be about evening things up or something.
Springs' night air whispers your scent
Enticing my longing to touch you
On the back porch, you sit across from me
Behind you the orange and red of sunset
Plays with the light on your hair.
As the sunset passes into dusk
I whisper "Good Night"
To the sun's last ray of day
The evening’s darkness exhales
You are with me
And I am safe in your presence.