fireflies gently tilt and float
the night into my bedroom mirror
eddying their sparkling lullaby
a glance of light here and there
such short flights of fancy
and the lush brushing of leaves
together with bullfrogs bellowing
swells our longing onto the breeze
what maestro’s baton so sweetly kindles
June’s symphony of wafting sky light
pulsing rhythms inside and outside
my window this long summer’s night
ag ~ 2012
A very beautiful poem. I love the image of fireflies bringing night inside, reflected in the mirror.
Thank you so much for saying so and enjoying the poem/image. Andrea
I like this poem. I like the “lush brushing of leaves” and the “bullfrogs bellowing”, and it makes me think of lying on a sofa on a boat in India, watching fireflies on a summer’s night – that’s the only place I’ve seen them, as we don’t have them here.