The End of Joy

Strings of white fairy lights glisten on trees, in silence I walk beneath this splendor, not an accident of nature that sees disquiet in every whisper of leaves. There is deep listening inside me, a gradual unfolding to find my pace. I stop a while, my demons to set free, let loose a pervading sense of sadness. I wander with the wind to search for grace. This wind, the live breath of the universe promises to wipe all tears off my face. Yet still I fear my joy will end in dust. Though slatted rays of light I will embrace some flawless monotony in my life, it nourishes my soul with no disgrace, no expectations for a joy that fades. @jjote 081821