This Day Ends Poem by jay walter

Keep the camp-fire burning just a little more
And sit with me and talk! We two, old friends,
Rest and look to morning even as this day ends.

Endings can be sad times. Celebrate instead
Never-ending summer days, birch stands, and loons;
Petoskey stones and picnics, and sleeping dunes.

Endings can be fright'ning times. Stop and stay awhile.
A river changes and is changed, there's no denying that.
Cast your fears like smooth skip-stones into the Platte.

Endings are new beginnings.