Solitude (Hour Five)

Evening falls cruelly
as she sits by the window
gazing through a gauzy sheer curtain
at the unkempt garden below,
where a  gangly tangle of sunflowers bend their heads
toward earth as the sky darkens and
shadows fall across the pavement just beyond.
Her knitting lies, abandoned, in her lap;
a small chunk of cheddar cheese and three crackers
languish on an oak table beside her chair,
and the wineglass awaits draining.
It is quiet,
all still.
Only the ticking of a clock on the wall
reminds her of the passing hours.
This night will be too long.

Write a poem using at least 5 of the following 10 words/phrases.