The evening storm
Takes the edge off
A sweltering day
I lay back in the wet grass
Shirtless and waiting
A curtain of dark clouds recedes
To the distant applause
Of rolling thunder
And the humid air stills
Then...the real lightning show
First one firefly, then another
Then a dozen at once
My summer sentinels
Perform nightly
And it is better than any
Fourth of July
This brings an image of coming back with one of my children from camp. The evening would be well on its journey and road and fields would be littered with a million small lights that float gently in a jigsaw swirl. It is truly the magic of nature (God) at its finest. Nice poem.
Hhmm..'summer sentinels'...very eloquent way of expressing these flies, Terry...Smilesz. This poem is filled with powerful evoking words that jump out to paint the scenes for the reader.... And yeah....such a lightning show can outshine any 4th of July...well said , indeed~! thanxs for sharing this, i am glad u provided such a 'show' for me...since i have never seen one myself. :( hv a nice day ~!~!