A Quiet Evening Poem by Isadora Quagmire
A Quiet Evening
The long sore day now gently fades,
The cool river calls, as evening shades.
With family, I splash and play,
Washing the world's fatigue away.
Then fireflies we see—tiny sparks,
We catch their flickers in the dark.
Such simple joy, so glad and true,
We feel this evening, through and through.
And I too Love to watch the fireflies dance! .. Millions Of 10'S And Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++++++++
Love this! .. So beautifully painted with such breath taking imagery! ..
Such an incredibly beautiful poem! .. You can feel the serenity within! ..
Do you ever stop writing such fantastic poems? ? ? This isssoooo awesome! It makes me think of camping in Lake Sakakawea. Brilliant! ! ! Thousands of starrs! ! ! *******************
Bharati, I used to pretend the very same thing when I was younger! ! ! It is amazing what sorts of simple things can wake one's imagination and bring joy!
Absolutely lovely poem! As a child I was thinking if I could fly like the firefly lighting my way in the darkness.I did not know I would be caught by your pen one day!
A tranquil evening theme so full of happy memory and sweet night air! Thank you so much for sharing this back in September last! I've trily enjoyed revisiting it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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7/15/2026 5:04:12 PM # 1.0.0
The serenity of life is beautifully painted on the canvas of this wonderful poem. We can feel the good life brought about by the generosity of nature and the solidarity of family. A treasure to visit this great poem!