Small Happy Poem

Small Happy Poem

How remarkable

the smell of leaves

and the fading light

early

a glimpse of salmon and gold

on the crown of the headland

The lamps come on quickly

we haven’t a clue

about real darkness

or the richness of silence

It’s cooling off

a day that was so blissfully warm

crunching of brittle leaves underfoot

redolent

I’m making fish and mash for supper

and I won’t forget your peas

or the way, later,

I’ll find my place in the crook of your arm

far from the loose wind of out there.

.PBSweeney October 2005

Poems from the Edge of the Continent