Fireflies Poem

The stars are bright, like little beacons into another world.

Far below the sky, the fireflies come out of their hiding spots.

Playing in the grass  speckled with dew,

twinkling,

flickering,

lighting up the dark veil of night.

Children come out , weaving through the trees,

With nothing but smiles and empty glass jars.

The moon is lower in the sky,

the children have caught their prize,

laughing and comparing how many they have found,

parents come out to call their loved ones in.

With unwilling sighs and reluctant faces,

They unscrew the lids and let their fireflies free,

twinkling,

flickering,

lighting up the dark veil of night.

A Day in the Forest Poem

The trees sway; a silent metronome to the rhythms of life.

The soft orange, pink, and yellow of dawn rises steadily above the hill,

It’s bright bright rays reaching the edge of a clearing of Aspens.

A cardinal chirps to his loved one, singing her a sweet melody.

A fox sneaks out of his hole, looking for a meal.

The trees sway; a silent metronome to the rhythms of life.

The whole forest awakens from its slumber.

The sun is now high in the sky,

The cardinals work to build their nest,

The fox sniffs out plump rabbits,

The trees sway; a silent metronome to the rhythms of life.

Now the soft orange, pink, and yellow of dusk descends steadily below the hill,

It’s bright rays pulling away from the edge of the Aspen clearing.

The cardinals warm each other in their nest,

The fox snuggles with its kits,

The trees sway; a silent metronome to the rhythms of life.

The whole forest sleeps back into its slumber.