poems / Poetry

Where the Fireflies Go

The sunflowers are

loosing some of their luster

serving as a reminder

that summer is not forever

like it seemed once

when long ago

and far away

the lightening bugs

like tiny marvels

bursts of brightness

flew under

a starry night

and the stars,

you could see them

but there was still

mystery in that night air

a darkened solace

after a hot day

of riding a bicycle

down that winding driveway

under the canopy of


and southern-style homey

remnant of

Georgia people

that little place

surrounded by

the blackberry orchard

fields of peas

and watermelon

maybe the best place

for summer

now I wonder

where the lightening bugs flew

and why the stars are dimmer



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