Fireflies
Fireflies rise in the evening, like hundreds of tiny golden lights in the tall grass , flickering
high up into the trees where the cicadas sing,
rejoicing
Who needs the the light of the sun I say as I listen to this wild world serenade me
We're all recovering just the same, finally free from the relentless heat, only I cannot scream
Not as they do
I smile to myself, a silent acceptance of my role in this ritual, praising the coming of night
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
