Happy Days

These are happy days
Blissful days
Days of peace and contentment
Of morning walks along the river
And evening calls of smoky silk

These are happy days
Wishful days
Days of dreams and possibilities
Of young love in the bud of spring
And a writer’s life unfurling

I know it was not always so
These days of birds and squirrels
But at least for today
(And today is enough)
These are happy days

These are happy days
Artful days
Days of painting and poetry
Of tracing the contours of beauty
And learning to be playful again

These are happy days
Drifting days
Days of freedom and discovery
Of travelling to new and exotic lands
And seeing home with new eyes

I know that I share with another
These days of texting and kisses
So at least through the winter
(And now spring is here)
These are happy days

These are happy days
Braided days
Days of comfort and intimacy
Of weaving the threads of family
And starting a brand new tapestry

These are happy days
Sunshine days
Days of writing and reflecting
Of reaching for the heights of lofty spires
And flowing in the slipstream of synchronised rowers

I know they will not last
These days of smiles and sighing
But at least for now
(And now is all there is)
These are happy days