Dance of the Fireflies                   

 

off to the west the sky begins to melt

into pinks, purples and mauve

as the sweat and dust melt into my skin

from the days work

 

an evening breeze brings some relief

a vibrant moon becomes my only light

except for the fireflies

that dance along the hedgerow

 

I try to feel without my eyes seeing

listening to the trill and croaks of the tree and bull frogs

slight rustle of the wind through the tree tops

a peaceful presence settles over me

 

I hear a coyote howl from over the hill

expecting an answering howl

or maybe the yips from her young

but there is no response to her lonesome call

 

for a moment I consider howling back

to let her know she isn’t alone

but I’m sure she knows I’m here

 

maybe she is also taking a solitary walk

 under the moonlight listening and feeling

as together we watch the fireflies dance