A kind of happy

 rejoicing in the many ways

to revel in the grace of days

The way it feels to walk the land,
which, even in the mist and rain,
enchants, the way you saw me there
and how it made you happy,
and how you came across the grass to tell me

The things we think we need to do
shift and settle. We release the sense
of all we should have done by now.
Outside, the scene glides into darkness,
the fire's reflection occupies the window.
We know no more now
than we knew this morning,
but perhaps we can allow ourselves
to be at peace.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 25, 2022