The child’s heart in me stands on tiptoe every late June and early July evening, searching for the return of the fireflies. They come to decorate my yard and adjoining woods in a celebration of wonder that is unparalleled. There is something almost supernatural about them in their radiant simplicity and jubilant dance. I dedicate this childlike poem to them in the hope that you will go outside on this summer evening to imbibe their inspiration. Enjoy.
My firefly friend is such a sight.
He comes to visit me in the night.
Carrying his lantern on his tail
to attract the fancy of the flying female.
Winging upward on breezes afar
He shimmers in wonder, becoming a star.
My firefly friend is an enchanting delight
He comes to visit me in the night.
4 replies on “My Firefly Friend”
A delight! Truly dancing in your midst!
Thank-you, dear Amy. So happy to share this joy with you.
Chris, I like the visuals here. It makes me picture the start of a children’s illustrated book. I want more about fireflies!
Thank-you so much, Rosie.