At Twilight Poem by JoAnn McGrath

At twilight, when day is done.
The fireflies come out for fun.
They dance across the evening dew.
It's their lover that they pursue.

Under the trees you watch then dance.
As you stare off in a hypnotic trance.
The world a blur...as if in Christmas lights.
As more and more fireflies take flight.

Sadly I watch the Robins on the lawn.
One last snack before the dawn.
It's the nature of the song that's sung
At twilight, when the day is done.


25 June 2008


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