Sunday Morning Poetry

Enchantment
On warm summer nights
the porch becomes our living room
where Mama takes her reading
and Dad and I play games 
in the patch of brightness
the lamp scatters on the floor.
From the darkness, others come -
small round bodies
clinging to the screens
which separate us
from the yard beyond.
Drawn to our light, 
the June bugs watch our games
and listen to our talk till bedtime
when Mama darkens the porch
and breaks the spell
that holds them close to us.
                              ~ Joanne Ryder