Lightening Bugs or Fireflies

Dewy, Southern Evening

Growing up, there are "lightening bugs" or "fireflies" etched with graceful flight. 

 Slow and quiet. I want to hold them like I used to. I want to let them go like I used to. Not long ago, I sat. The bulbs lightly kissing the dewy night air. Childhood memories began to flitter. Now...

I hope his five year old feet will chase them as I once did. I hope at seven years old she will feel the wonder. When we hold something so beautiful, it is difficult to let it go. 

Then glow lingers though as our palms open. 

I am graceful in my gathering of memories and hopeful in my future ones. 

Ancient bulbs. You lead me again. Dewy night sky. Southern humidity. Slow and quiet. 

Reviews

[Just Kim]

very captivating write, I really enjoyed this write.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Love this poem Jess- I hear you “Loudly Whispering” in this sweetly moving prose/poem of soft remembrances and hope for the future. You deftly and eloquently capture a snaphot of Southern summers in the form of a soft and tender childhood memory. I am not from the South, but “Lightning Bugs’ illuminated my childhood summer nights also- so magical and pure. Your imagery bring them to life-“ancient bulbs”- yes. We share the joy of them now, with our children and grandchildren. Kudos.

[Onlyme]

Dreamy, captivating, magical poem. That truly made me grin so big, so more than just a simple smile.