Of Fireflies
The fireflies continue to be very much a part of the early nighttime here, rising from the grass in the evening to fill all the air up through the treetops. They are many this year, and sometimes now the whole night seems to glimmer around me as I walk back through the pasture. They can be quite brilliant. I have already posted a full-on Spenserian sonnet after the first of them appeared some weeks back. Now here are a couple of much more lighthearted miniatures. The two were written in close succession (actually the opposite order in which I am posting them). Perhaps not surprisingly they share some rhymes and an overall cheerful mood. But they have each a somewhat different view of the world of night… and fireflies.
Of Fireflies and Fairies
Tell me where the silver falls
When the moon is high?
It falls on flowers of the grass,
Where fairies in the moonbeams pass
And dancing firefly—
When the midnight's silence calls
To full moon in the sky.
A Spark
A spark, quite bright
Within the night,
A flash upon the fulgent sky;
A moment's sight
Of fervent light,
No meteor but a firefly.