Awaiting Nightfall

Awaiting Nightfall

It's just a marsh
populated by tall reeds
with live oaks and willows
thick, along its perimeter.  

Dragon flies helicopter and dart
across and just above
the still, dark green water.

It is my place to watch the sun retire
glinting behind the tree line.

After sundown 
bullfrogs sing for free
in an all night serenade.

Cicadas join the frogs
adding their tenor to the bass line
and fireflies bring their genius
to the magic of the marsh. 

Someday, in the reach of the future
this marsh will become
an urban sacrifice
replaced with strip malls
or tract housing.

But for now
the marsh is mine.

Together we await nightfall

and the choir of the dark.