The silence of the park
seizes the hour of dusk,
where the majestic
snow-capped mountains
adjoin the skies of midnight blue,
a halo of light encircles the
quiescent scene highlighting
a child’s red jacket left behind
on the end of the slide.
The playground is the sanctuary
of childhood beginning and
childhood ending where laughing
and yelling are allowed to be,
especially at midnight when the
spirits of frolicsome adventure
overtake the child in all of us.
