Good Day
By Michael James Treacy
Published: October 16, 2007
Updated: September 5, 2010


Birdsong melded
with forest fragrance,

butterflies danced
the exuberance of life

while I sipped
Chateau Le Touron,

I basked
in the warm glow
of good fortune

as a gentle breeze
blew wispy cloud
across a pale-blue sky

and then she appeared
with her soft,
Mediterranean eyes

and the je ne sais quoi
of her Gallic mystique

and the world
stopped turning
as she sang
with her angel’s voice,
“Bonjour, Monsieur.”

My mind flashed
across 50 years
to a thousand falters…

that had brought me
to this moment,
in this paradise,
on this Earth.

Naturellement, I replied,
“Oui, Mademoiselle:
a very good day.”


Michael James Treacy claims that poetry is the vocabulary of his heart, soul, mind and occasionally his rear end. Please visit his website to confirm this...