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.