Here in the Northeast we await Summer like a dear friend returned for a lovely visit. The days linger longer and life takes it’s time to be enjoyed. The 4th of July jubilantly ushers in this wondrous time when we can be like children again and take in the delight of the sight, sound and glory of fireworks. As a girl, I remember hearing the last ones of the night in the distance as I clung to the final moments of imagining their launches into the sky. In this reflection, past, present and future all run together in a timeless parade of fireworks in the now. Come… and celebrate Summer with me !
Fireworks in the distance,
Fireworks in the night,
Their magic grows more wondrous
Even when they’re not in sight.
And Summer makes her entrance
Upon the gentle breeze
While fireflies bow down to her
And flit around her knees.
Fireworks.