Firefly nights

Firefly Nights, watching the glow flash in the dusk

Bottle up the moment, it’s your last summer here

Masking the fear of the future, we listen to the bugs zoom in the steamy night air.

The heat of the day faded as the moonlight hits the tree line.
I still think of you on those warm summer nights when the fireflies come out

and moon keeps watch.

5 thoughts on “Firefly nights

  1. You have some wonderful imagery and alliteration. The title pulled me in…”Firefly Nights”-love this title! The line “Bottle up the moment, it’s your last summer here” is ironic and sentimental-beautiful! I think this poem will resonate with many readers. Well done!

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