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Nature's Tiny Lantern Lights

by Kathy Pippig Harris

Amid indigo layers of twilight,

stars wink brightly in to sight.

Verdant grasses, cool and plush,

quiet footfalls; in the glen--a hush.

The sultry night enfolds me,

in a summery embrace.

It sighs and whispers at my ear,

Look upon the lea, find the magic that is near.

From the ground they slowly rise,

the dusk-enchanted fireflies.

Night's escorts putting on a show,

flashing pulses of yellow-green they glow.

These tiny creatures of twilight,

are the Earth's heartbeat, given form.

They that herald each summer night,

carried on the breath of dreams,

are in fleeting beauty borne.

The color of sunlight on new winter rye,

is captured in nature's tiny lantern lights.

And a smiling part inside me, soaring . . .

. . . floats with them, in their flight.

:: ~ ~ ~ :: * * * :: ~ ~ ~ ::

Magic in the Touch

How I savor summer nights,

and evenings in spring

when days grow longer,

and the dusk doth bring,

like jewels capering

on a spider's silken string,

tiny lanterns gliding

on invisible wings.

How seeming right, I realize,

the color of their light.

How like a precious gemstone,

the sweet, familiar sight.

There surely is no mistaking,

that their golden-verdant glow,

is like the gorgeous hue

of the August peridot!

And should by happy circumstance,

I'm allowed to join them in their dance,

I'll lift my outstretched hands high

and if one of them doth alight

I'll cup it tenderly and draw it nigh.

I'll laugh and smile, dip and twirl

When breathless, I shall pause

to gaze up at the stars awhirl

and offer my silent applause.

If then my tiny visitor decides

the time has come to depart

to join its twinkling kindred

adancing in the dark . . .

I'll bid goodbye

and give my thanks

all with a happy sigh,

for the magic in the touch

. . . of the gentle firefly.

~~*~~

Copyright 2005 © Kathy Pippig Harris

Kathy lives in Central California where she shares her life with her husband and furry family. She says, "I work full time for a living, and write in order to live fully." She is also a weekly columnist for the publication Frank Talk, which is distributed in several counties in the tri-state area of Michigan, Ohio, and Missouri. Her fifth book, For the Spirit-Soul, is a collection of her short stories and poems was recently published.




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