Firefly jars


The days fading heat melts the air.

into the amber wash of twilight fall

and with a brush like breeze so fair.

then thinly paints the cottage wall,

as across the bay escapes a song,

almost lost upon the water stilled,

to weave amongst shadows long,

as all with summer’s scent is filled.

While above, the darkening sweep,

can now reveal those early stars,

glittering facets dispensing sleep

and infant dreams of firefly jars.

10 thoughts on “FIREFLY JARS

  1. Wonderful poem Nigel. You paint the summer’s twilight like an artist with a palette at
    hand. I can see every colour and wish I had my paints handy.
    Fireflies, such an evocative word. I see them here at times but more often in Sweden in summers.

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