Wanderlust calls.
And my childlike heart
responds instantly to the invitation.
Off into the field of wonderment
I go …
pulled into the magnificent space
of the fireflies,
as they escort me
into their dimension,
bobbing, weaving, darting, blinking in unison
through the nuances of the woodlands
bordering my backyard
in enchantment.
Wanderlust calls.
Off into the field of wonderment
I go ,
imbibing summer’s perfume
in this moment
I wish never to forget
as I stand, halted …
taking it in,
in midst of her supernatural light display
of glory.