A Poem for a Thursday #334

There is something magical about fireflies. They are little bugs that light up the world. Every time I see them it reminds me of my childhood and my children’s childhoods. My daughter still, as a full-grown adult, insists on going outside and catching fireflies every summer. Today’s poem is by Linda Pastan. She was the poet laureate of Maryland from 1991 to 1995.

Tonight the fireflies
light their brief
candles
in all the trees

of summer——
color of moonflakes
color of flourescent
lace

where the ocean drags 
its torn hem
over the dark
sand.

July
Linda Pastan