My "poetry" of the evening

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Fireflies rise in the night
from verdant fields of green
like slowly rising embers.

Sparks from a dying fire...
The field is ablaze
with a June night's summer magic.

1 comments:

Julia Ellen Smith said...

Lovely little poem, sis. I can't write poetry at all.

More to the point ... come post a comment to my blog sometime! I'm feeling lonesome out there by myself in blogland.

 
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