Last Canoe of the Season

Long has paled that sunny sky:

Echoes fade

and memories die:

Autumn frosts have slain July

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,

Alice moving under skies

Never seen by waking eyes.

Ever drifting

down the stream —

Lingering

in the golden gleam —

Life, what is it but a dream?

 Peter Pan Collar Polo Dress by Where

Photographs by Ash La Rose

Modeled by Lucy Wild

Lyrics from Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll