Fireflies

Fireflies seemed such magic creatures in the place where I spent my early years.

They still do.

Especially in that period of transition from day to night, when darkness is beginning to settle in, they do seem to be wavering up some kind of invisible ladder.

They do seem to be signalling to us "that dreams still take wing."

FIREFLIES

Slowly, randomly they rise

from daytime resting places

into the cool, embracing night.

Tiny wings whirring against

the sodden, clinging atmosphere,

they labor to lug their lights

blinking up wavering ladders,

beacons signaling that dreams

still take wing on such a night.

© 1997

(originally published in Sisters Today)

Today's word: randomly

Afterthoughts ... in response to your comments:

Thank you, Featheredpines, for pausing here to enjoy the fireflies. They were so much a part of my growing up years ... I stored up so many memories of those summer evenings ... the memories have kept me company all these years ... and have been good medicine when I really needed it. Best wishes.