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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.

 

© 2023  Nancy J. Nash
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Nancy J. Nash is a graduate of Mount Holyoke College with a B.A. in English composition. Upon graduation, she became fascinated by children’s books and subsequently received an M.F.A. in Writing for Children from Simmons College. Nancy has published "Mama’s Books: An Oregon Trail Story" and "Little Rooster’s Christmas Eve" as well as many essays and poetry. She is particularly interested in the parallels between spiritual literature and children’s books and how each form of writing blends revelation with reverence and wonder.

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