Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Lightning Bug (an old poem)

photo from we heart it

June midnight
with a pale moon.
The pink oleanders
tap outside my window,
cast shadows in the room.
I lie in bed,
wonder if my eyes will ever close
when suddenly,
a flash of light darts across the sky.
Only from the corner of my eye
do I glimpse the quick glow
of something outside my window.

What could it be?

When I look closer I find
that it's not the sky alive with light,
but the oleanders housing little stars.
Fireflies twinkling,
A still, dark sanctuary
blooming in luminosity.

1 comment:

Damenjeans said...

Hi Cassandra - great Blog - Nice greeting.