July Small Stones
independence by Teri H Hoover
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Brightly the little firefly
shares the dusky sky with the demanding explosions of color.
Both the firefly and the pyrotechnic-
rising like a cinder from a bonfire;
mirthfully claiming the sky as they rise-
and suddenly-gently surrendering to the air that enfolds them.
They float into their flicker and disappear.
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I love your description of the exploding firework in the second poem. :) But I really, really, really love the first. You gave that little firefly personality. :)
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful word picture of the things we can enjoy during a July evening.
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