The Flight of the Firefly


The Flight of the Firefly

 Catching lightning bugs as we called them was a fun summer activity when I was young. It amazed me how much light was produced by such a tiny little bug. We caught them and put them in a mason jar which filled with light as they all blinked on and off.  At certain times during the summer, in the Great Smoky Mountains, there is a special place where thousands of fireflies blink all together in synchronous harmony. Look at the video and be amazed. This poem is about them.

In the dusky twilight

The B-52’s take flight

As the sun sets behind the trees

Lightning flashes across the sky

From fields of green

Leaving shelter and blade they fly

Looking for that one true soul mate

Flying into the evening breeze

Their neon lights flash

First one

Then three

Then a synchronous light

Signaling their desire finding a mate


Just the evening’s calm

Circling in flight above the yard

Blinking in rhythmic pulses

Not making a sound

Not even a whisper

Just a blink of love

To a future mistress

Finding that special connection

A once-in-a-lifetime gift of continuance

As the blushing clouds of evening

With their black eyes float by

The dance of love in flight continues

In the night sky

As darkness rolls in like a blanket

The B-52’s with their love connections

Turn out the lights





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