
You sit in the twilight of a life
that is yet in the late afternoon.
The darkness you fear …
is but a shadow
cast by late summer clouds.
The wheeling ravens
you imagine …
Only brittle leaves
blowing in a steady breeze.
Do not depart
the pleasant porch
sooner than you must.
The falling sun
will paint the sky
in colors
unseen at midday.
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