Fireflies float thru the sky
with the fleeting grace of an eagles eye
what do they see by the light of their end
where do they get that glow
wings like a bird
to slow to flee
the sound of childrens cries
as they chase the glow of a fireflies end
lighs the way to their capture true
as they are examined by wondering eyes
what makes their end glow
in wonder
they set them free
to chase again
by the light of the fireflies end
FireFlys
January 19, 2009 by daffyd1963
Magical. Fireflies are not something we really see here. This is a lovely poem.
So evocative Carolyn. Gorgeous imagery!
Brought back good memories of chasing fireflies as a child under my gramma’s willow trees…
You know, much to my loss, I have never seen a firefly.
I loved your poem and the image of what must be a magical sight.
We caught them in bottles and kept them in the trees for a while…I love them and they are truly magical.
As a fairy, they often keep me company when I sit in the trees of sweet Valinor to write prose or practice spells…
mmmm you capture the magic feeling so well in your poem…lovely.
Fire flies are those marvelous delights of nature that just beg for a poem to be written about them. Beautiful!
Your art is just so appealing !
I read it again today…the end of the firefly glows, and brings it to its end (being caught!) Poignant. thanks for sharing it.