Happiness is often background music,
A song one hears but rarely listens to,
Perhaps because the lyrics aren't new,
Perhaps because one does not often choose it.
Years are gifts to cherish day by day.
However, one remembers year by year --
On birthdays, holidays, days of ritual cheer,
Life's festive markers placed along one's way.
In unmarked days is where one's happiness happens,
Days of work, of longing, of routine,
A quiet happiness, a gentle green,
Yielding, yes, at times to cares and passions,
Still savoring the moment and the dream.