Photo by Jerry Zhang
Magic Evening
Warm summer night,
Mid-June delight…
A family reunion.
Casual conversations,
Culinary invitations…
Some soul-communion.
Go down the dirt road,
In silent mode…
Away from lights, walk…
Stop. Look and listen,
The woods speak and glisten…
While crickets talk.
Unfolding grand wonder,
Like Christmas in summer.
Laced through the dark trees…
Light strands of Fireflies.
Hundreds! Before my eyes,
Going where they please.
Dancing and blinking,
Like “Tinkerbells” winking…
The quiet lights fly.
“Such magic!” I’m thinking,
“It’s beauty I’m drinking…”
Worship draws nigh.
© 2015 gratefulsue
Honorable Mention
Arts Council of York County
Adult Poetry Competition – 11.2021
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Imagine being outside in the country, standing near a crackling campfire, just after sunset in June. You have been talking casually with extended family members you enjoy but don’t often see, and it has been lovely. You step away from the campfire, turn, and look toward the woods. You’re looking at a line of tall fir trees 2 or 3 hundred feet away.
The sky is not yet pitch black, but the trees are. You only see their silhouettes. Inside the outline of the trees are hundreds of flashing fireflies. It looks like a line of giant Christmas trees with tiny white, blinking lights in mid-June. The fact that nature created that scene is really magical! I’ll never forget it.