This photo is best seen in large size view to see its details. A new poem:
As We Grow Older
By Don Iannone
Summer flowers
Slipping away
Like the sun at dusk
The youthful spring, no more
In the old man’s steps
Dog-eared cone flowers
Droopy pink petals
Spiny orange tops
As best they can
Holding on for dear life
Our lives at times
Weak-kneed, fragile, out of kilter
Like some faint bad dream
Weighing upon us
Lingering well past morning coffee
Sometimes we wonder
Especially when afraid
Is it something we’ve done
That’s driven our lives away
Or maybe just time to say goodbye
Poetic Alchemist 
Don awesome capture n poem too gud….ur title goes so nice with the capture hats off really :):):)
Great last line!
hi! you’re poem “as we grow older” is really nice. Honestly, I like it. 🙂 Keep it up. By the way, i added you on my links 🙂
Absolutely WONDERFUL, Don!! :o)
I love it!! :oD
~Jon~
This is beautiful. I’m visiting here after seeing your site listed on a friend’s blog. I hope you will visit my poetry blog as well. http://softspokenkr.blogspot.com.
The poems may be far and few between (but great), the photos are always a joy to see. Thanks!
nmorning 😉
hey Don, Awesome shot! 🙂
and your poem, so hits hard here 😕
love the shot on your side bar!
hope all is well your way!