Fireflies
‘Neath evanescing sunset,
dusk with evening dew
perfumes a quiet pasture
and cradles meadow rue.
In fog-sequestered hollow,
a marbled mist of blue
hides darkened naves where fireflies
embroider grassy pews.
Threading luminescence
into the waiting dusk…
dispersing phosphorescence
through brook-borne scents of musk,
they splinter unseen atoms
in wild and metered light –
sparking holy ecstasy
within the breathing night.
These darting glints of silver –
chaotically on cue –
attune the dark to Mystery
above the cradled rue.