As seagulls peer into the waves, expecting the night to fall,
an older couple refuse to give up their walk
in spite of the chill, the sun setting
her hand in his, still holding
having been through enough hell
to never let go of love
or each other.
Their twilight was always
the most beautiful.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, and revised 2018, ancient skies, Originally Posted August 2016