Summer Memory
First lightning bug
on a June evening
Flitting among the trees
Evokes memories of
Of my mountain home
surrounded by oaks and maples.
No need for strings
of tiny electric lights.
Summer evenings were aglow
with hundreds of luminous
fireflies sparkling amid
leafy green canopies,
accompanied by symphonies
of spring peepers,
the distant call of whippoorwills
in the underbrush.
Cool evening breezes
perfumed with mimosa blossoms –
Peace was all around me.
6/7/2024
KW
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I’m with you right on this one
except it’s not memory
but happening right now
Great sensory description!