Summer Flickerings

Little dots of light

flash across the darkened lawn.

Memories flash too –

kids racing to capture bits

of nighttime magic in jars.


One comment on “Summer Flickerings

  1. Oh, I did that too as a child. We had tons of fireflies (we called them lightning bugs) where I grew up in Tennessee. Not so many here in Michigan. Your poem brought back memories of hanging out with my cousins at a fish fry after our uncles spent the day at the lake. Thanks!

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