Dusk in summer
A poem.
Fireflies fill the air for their annual mating season in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park's Elkmont Campground outside Gatlinburg, Tenn.
Adam Lau/Knoxville News Sentinel/AP
August 6, 2014
At dusk when day is standing still,
and darkness lurks behind the moon,
the lightning bugs begin to glow,
they flash their lanterns. Like a broom
my son sweeps air and scatters light
in pieces bright as comet dust,
he runs to catch them, but they rise
above his head, and then a gust
takes them upon another path,
lifts them and showers the neighbor’s yard
with unexpected drops of light,
as thick as rain but not as hard.