Child's Night

It is dusk, but the darkest kind.
There is rich grass backed by the spires of evergreens, framed in precisely outlined clouds.

It is dusk.
The daylight whispers goodbye in a feathered sky.
The air is sweet and still....sweet country air.
They run by.
Chasing the prize of a firefly. Or two.

It is dark.
But what a treasure....
a night, still and sweet
spiced by the sound of children laughing
when they catch their prize.