Today’s Writer’s Almanac

A poem from today’s Writer’s Almanac.
I like the last two stanzas.

Stand with me a minute still
While night climbs our little hill.
Below, the lights of cars
Move, and overhead the stars.

The estranging years that come,
Come and go, and we are home.
Time joins us as a friend,
And the evening has no end.
–“On an Anniversary” by Donald Justice