Summer’s Glow

Lightning flashes aglow in the woods–

signals with light patterns

from pale, green globes.

Children everywhere know what they’re seeing,

summer’s long heat wave brings fireflies visiting.

Hunting them is easy; they give themselves away.

They’re broadcasting their hiding places

from tiny spot-lit hind ends.

Catch them in Mason jars, making homemade lanterns–

long enough only to admire their de-light-ful glimmer.

When tomorrow evening arrives, we’ll start the fun again,

until autumn’s shorter days retire them for the year.

 


 

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  1. thanks for reminding me of my childhood days. Fireflies are so splendid, are not they? these days my duty is to catch them and release them outside when they venture in my rooms.

    another added duty is to free them from cobweb in case they get tangled and i rescue them alive.

    i just love these creatures. just love them.

    lots of love.

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  2. I love them too and like you have wonderful memories of them as a child. I haven’t seen any for many years. I think they need some nice wooded areas around to flourish.

    I’m glad you try to save them from harm and put them outside.

    Lots of love.

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  3. Ha! I’ve done this a time or three in my day! The kids love them too!

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  4. Who doesn’t love a firefly? They’re magical! xoxo

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  5. So this must be an almost universal experience. Happy childhood memory. Sad thing: the fireflys no longer come to the place were I grew up.

    Lovely poem, as always. Enjoyed much!

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  6. Yes, these humble bugs seem to have brought joy to children all over the world.

    They seem to be dwindling in numbers though–probably the heavy use of pesticides and their habitat is being destroyed left and right.

    I’m happy you enjoyed. xoxo

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  7. One of the many things I miss from the midwest… just can’t find ’em here in California. Thanks for a beautiful trip down memory lane.

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  8. An enjoyable read

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  9. Fireflies offer such a romantic and nostalgic theme for writing. I posted a story on my blog about them recently. Here’s a link, if you’d like to read it: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/06/24/gone-again/
    I enjoyed your poem very much. I could see the fireflies hiding and then in the jar. Wonderfl writing!

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    • They do don’t they. Are there many left though? I would like to read it–thanks for leaving the link, Charles.

      And thanks so much.

      Gayle

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  10. lovely, very inviting read.

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  11. fireflies, the early stars 🙂 nice one as usual B. 🙂
    happy potluck!!!

    http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/07/20/emu/

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  12. A couple of years ago, I was in our back room with the lights out and could see a light keep flickering off and on, on the grass outside and, not knowing anything at all about oil furnaces, how they worked, how they were ‘wired’ even but, aware that the oil got from the tank outside to the furnace in the basement, I worried and worried about this on/off little light flashing, in case it was some type of early warning alarm thing to warn than the oil was about to flood out or some such. My teen came out because I’d been there for so long and she said: “That’s a firefly Bren.” Wow… I was amazed. I’d heard of them but, had never actually seen one, until then. After that I used to look for them all the time. LOL
    Apart from mosquitos and flies, I try and rescue and put all the little creatures like spiders, moths and such back outside if I can.

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    • What a great story–and super great that your daughter knew what it was. I love that you were able to see one–aren’t they magical little things? I hope we both get to see them again someday.

      I do the same thing–I try to put all bugs that find their way in–out again–but like you, have exceptions to that rule–like roaches–ugh!

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  13. ah…I can never see fireflies now a day as I saw them in my childhood days.They are tiny star that add beauty to the dark night .Such lovely insects are they!

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    • It’s a shame that they seem to be disappearing from our landscape. I can only think it is from pesticides that are sprayed so much these days. They added such fun to summer nights. I’m so glad I have those memories–and you too.

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