Resolve

'...and then the lighting of the lamps.' -T.S. Eliot Swallows flit and dart, the glow of evening settles o'er the fields, the day is fading; sunset gilds the sky with glorious luster, vibrant reds and golds, and softer shading. Lamps are lit, the countryside is flickering in candlelight, the cows are coming home; peacefulness descends in waves of twilight, the animals are safe, no need to roam. Horses tethered to their posts are waiting for the exertions of the day ahead; farmers partake, extinguish their candles to darkness, and then take themselves to bed to pray for courage to endure their toil, for days they spend in harness to the soil.