Evening Play

There's a chill in the air as the sun sets.
Hidden behind the clouds,
it gives just enough light
for parents to chase their children
across the playground.

Up the netting
down the slides
kick the sand as
they swing higher
ever higher

until darkness starts to creep in.
The wails of "Five more minutes"
don't have the wished for results.

One more time up the monkey bars
jump down and
race to the car.
Homeward bound as the moon takes its place.

Grouchy claims of "I'm not tired"
quickly turn to yawns
and finally sleep.

Goodnight, goodnight.
Until the morning,
goodnight.

© Elizabeth Cordes 2012