Evening Birds

Day sighs wearily
Evening falls gently
I dig my way from my car
Across this needle-pained sidewalk of exhaustion
To home's front door

Chirpy, happy birdsongs
Weaving thru golden rays 

Fill my heart
Lift my head
"The joy of the Lord is my strength."

Keys fall on countertop
in perfect rhythm
with my humming
filling
thrilling
my hope-filled
mind
my feet catch up and
I dance in the kitchen
Over a giant pan
Of seasoned taco meat