The door slammed,
but went
unnoticed
at first,
amid the clatter,
the raucous
laughter
inside,
it came.
Footsteps
that scurried
toward
the door,
were
silenced and
rebuffed.
Laughter was
made silent too,
for there
was a newer,
more somber
mood.
Grim news
had come,
and stayed
a while too.
But then…
after a bit,
a hopeful
smile,
a giggle,
a wink...and a nod,
And
darkness
lost its grip.
And it
was spring
once more.
The wind
swung
that door wide,
Leaving
winter's darkness
outside.
But inside,
the laughter
always
remains.
© gaellynch, 2009
