Dusk
After dusk, with this gift
of a dusting bowl of fireflies
we're in tune, with bare feet
on the minty sugared grass
Flying wisps, dandelion
light on tails and giggles too
Humid breath in the air
toward the moon an ocean view
Sparkle wings, sleepy eyes
breath of sweetened apple trees
mark the night to be crisp
after dusk pulls in the breeze
With this gift, we elate
with a glow upon our cheeks
Fireflies, summer skies
closing eyes in quiescent peace.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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