Sunday, June 29, 2008

Poetry Sunday

It's been a while since I've tortured (um, I mean regaled) you with my poetry (bwah ha ha ha ha). And since summer is just starting, this one seemed appropriate.

Pyralis

I sit in the still of my back porch
and breathe deeply the cool damp air
of early spring as dusk settles
into quiet evening.

A dot of luminescence
pierces the darkness above my head
and I scan the inky treetops searching
for its source against the indigo sky.

I tilt my head to listen for the drone
of a small plane, and hear nothing
but the deep calls of bullfrogs
and crickets' trills.

Suddenly the light appears again
a brief amber glow in precisely the same spot
then winks out and I realize
summer isn't so very far away.

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