Sunbeams
It won’t be long before the day is gone
And the night begins to whisper
The night alight
Red and orange, burning bright
But dimming
Fading
Flying
The summer air, so warm, so fair
The fire sky
The firefly
Captured quickly
Itself so bright
But fleeting
Flying
The lightning flash before it’s past
Like stars among the meadow
Flickering
Teasing
The children’s laughter
Chasing after
The black of night
The firefly
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“Ode to a Fleeting Firefly”
Thirty July, Two Thousand Thirteen
2013 © Greg Morton
