Sunday, April 22, 2018

Day 22: NaPoWriMo Fire Flies


Followed the prompt for the sun rising in the west...



Fire Flies

At night fire flies emerge
from the west like a hundred suns.
They warm the night into day,
glow and move through the trees,
lighting up the corners and spaces
that the sun forgets in the day.
They wash the night clean,
letting time quiet and soften.
They confuse the earth’s turn,
making darkness into dawn;
all the suns rise and hover.
It’s so easy to capture a whole star
in a glass jar and then let it           go