A Warm December Night

Giggling fills the air . . .

A Warm December Night

Giggling fills the air
As we play hide-and-seek without hiding places
Slipping apart till we’re invisible
In the light of only stars.

Linked tight by voices and laughter
They will remember scooting down the plastic slide
In the spooky dark.

If the price of admission is longing
A better bargain was never struck for joy.