FIREFLIES (A SONNET)

by Powell Franklin

 

Shall we go chasing fireflies tonight?

I’m sure there’s nothing I would rather do

Nostalgia fuses with a fresh delight

When I share memories with you.

 

On not so distant evenings ago

When I looked at at the world through younger eyes

The seasons moved serene and very slow

And I myself went chasing fireflies.

 

The twilight’s come, the dew is on the grass

You run across the yard in just one shoe

How quickly now the seasons seem to pass

I cherish chasing fireflies with you.

 

The jasmine blooms, the evening looms and then

Tomorrow we’ll chase fireflies again.

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