The comfort of the summer days has passed,
While with more clothes and stiffer shoes,
One can stand the evening sun,
That is a whisper of itself, much earlier in setting,
Than the heat of the day, waiting until
dark, and washing our brow again.
The night falls through to morning, which breaks, with that steely coldness of
Life, as we rest more assuredly as the youth, and rest with more impact as an adult, and rest with the worry’s of forever, as our hair is mottled gray.
You can, however walk with me, and
Hold my hand so tight dear, as we journey forward,
You can accompany me on the way.
Ralph Peck
Photo by Jeff Fitzgerald
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