Fireworks & Fireflies
A sonnet for the Fourth of July
Fireworks and Fireflies Hearing the explosions, not finding the fireworks display, although the skies are clear. Not knowing where to look, because I’m new here and too lazy to climb the hill. Already in my bathrobe, anyway, I push the sliding door and gaze out from our deck to the world beyond the shadows. My ears say fireworks and my eyes see Fireflies sizzling and giggling, fairies sending signals from the tiny world, as if responding from those darkest places— in the grass, in the green turned black that cloaks The trees. Each ephemeral diode of glimmering light a guide along my road. copyright ©️ 2024 by Barbara Quick
Since Barbara is Fairy Queen, no doubt she sees sparkle in the woods.