One Itinerant Evening

Behind the hut stand cherry trees

Half-picked and pulled around;

Before the hut the children dance -

They leap, they twirl, they bound

In fairy play, toes pointed straight:

Faint puffs of dust seem twice their weight.

 

Spotlighted in the window’s glow

A singer guides their moves;

His slide guitar embraces them -

He nods and smiles, approves

Of their absorption in the scene:

Not all of life is scant and mean.

(First published in ‘Dragonflies and Edges’, by Seaview Press)