Fireflies flicker in the thicket at dusk
Winking in the warm breathless night
Little beacons luring mates or prey
Being neither, I delight in their display
I heard there were more this year
This evening bears that out
Sequins on the lawn
before the dew settles
A week of calm before
the Cicadas arrive to crow
The slow decline of summer
And the next turn of the page
