Stepping Stones

I gazed from my window
And there they were,
Aglow in the moonlight.
I felt my heart stir

And my feet felt like tapping
A song on each one.
They sat in my garden,
Awaiting the sun.

They wandered through dahlias
'Neath trellises, too,
Enticing me onward
To each moonlit view.

They told me that I
Needn't wait for the day.
At night, if I'm restless,
I can still come to play.

I can listen for creatures
Who hide in the brush
At the sound of my footsteps
In the night's gentle hush.

I can hop on each one
Like I did as a child,
Or just stand and savour.
The evening's so mild

That my heart starts to beat
In a whimsical tune
As the stepping stones glow
By the light of the moon.

© 2002 Pam H. Murray

Apr. 29, 2002