The Porch

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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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