Victorian Scrap Art; Bing Images
skylarks flying high
scatter dreams from sighs
catch them as they drift to earth
from all daydreams spun
choose the happy ones
of starlight, moon beams and mirth
sprites and elves play here
in streams crystal clear
fireflies glow like small green orbs
cast tiny shadows
of days long ago
captured in dim woodland garb
of indigo send
vibrations of empathy
for love’s benefit
hold this planet preciously
riding the current
of energy, urgent
messages relayed along
to dwell among the earth’s throngs
I hope you will join with me at dVerse Poets Pub where I present The Alouette. The doors will open at 3PM EST Thursday.
Posted by Bodhirose on November 9, 2016
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.
Posted by Bodhirose on November 11, 2010