Last night at 9:30 PM, a friend texted and urged us to come see the fireflies on a trail near his house. We raced there to view the display. Thousands of tiny lights hovered above the darkened path. It was truly spectacular, like Christmas in July.
I tried to record the show on video, but my camera could only capture the closest lights, not the tunnel of flickering sparks fading to infinity. Maybe you can hear the twanging, bluegrass frog-band that accompanied the visual fireworks?
flashbulbs pop at dusk
scattered specks of light beckon
fireflies seek romance
Haiku and Video © 2023 Tracey Kiff-Judson
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