Fire, Fly!

I wander long the mild nights of Spring

that linger late upon the eve of Summer,

right upon the looming crest of Summer's slow approach.

Pondering past a patch of grass

where once I witnessed Summer's land light

dimly lit and flickering fade beneath

September's blackened dusk,

I briefly stop,

a mere and stuttered step

amidst my effortless many marched

to give the flashing life a passing thought;

Its quickened moonlife,

lit and leaping,

lighting August's sweltering night.

Its shy descent to crescents,

quick it's fading, mute it's waning.

My stuttered step's return to walking

just as sudden stops in full.

Before my eyes agape and awestruck,

all about the stretching meadow,

low and skyward

leaps the little lights return,

far outshining moon and stars!

Surrounded deep in midnights blackened tide,

half a million cast

from new to full,

new to full.

My bearings, lost amidst their dancing flames, return.

Quick my racing pulse has ceased it's growing,

slow my feet concede to stepping,

and long the land lights

fill my hungry heart to overflowing.