I took a walk,
near dusky dark,
to meet…joy,
I heard it in the song,
of the birds, as night,
hushed their voice,
the jasmine perfume,
jangled in the air,
so heavenly,
the crickets added,
humming noises,
steadily singing,
lyrical laughing,
across the road,
in descending dark,
looking up I saw,
tree vines framing,
like a Monet,
the periwinkle blue,
sky… waiting for its stars,
I saw a firefly,
ignite four times,
floating a small path,
I laughed,
happiness is believing,
joy can be met,
it is a choice.
Monet-seine-rouen (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
