Catching Fireflies

Catching Fire Flies

Pointed toes and nimble knees,

Dancing ‘neath the folds of her dress,

Above the dew-laden grass,

The lass with outstretch arms,

The tiny fingers,

Grasp to hold,

Tenderly hold,

Now open to reveal,

Light and life within,

A golden, glowing, glimmering gem,

Eyes widen,

As dimpled cheeks border her broadening smile,

A catch,

A find,

A joy to behold,

A thousand, twinkling beads of light,

Ahead, above,

Below and beyond,

And, fleet of foot,

She is off once more,

Assured of the majesty of magic,

Seen and real,

She twirls, laughing,

Caught in midst of twilight,

She catches,

Dances,

And,

Is enveloped in a world of wonder!

Peter Lowell Paulson

July 7, 2018