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."
Today's poem:
FIREFLIES
Slowly, randomly they rise
from daytime resting places
into the cool, embracing night.
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
2 comments:
I left one that didn't work, but I'll catch on eventually. I do wish they'd remember my password...or something, though. This is through no fault of your own, of course. I'll keep at it. It's important, because it's been a part of it to read people's comments.
I did enjoy the firefly poem and the picture and thoughts it created, or at least spurred on in my mind.
Thank you so much for hanging in there, "Chosen Words," during this period of transition ... and I do hope it's a transition, rather than a matter of being stuck here, struggling. I wish I could be of more help ... but at least I'll keep a lamp in the window.
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