Last night I was in another set of woods and saw a bunch of fireflies (we called them "lightning bugs" when we were kids). It had been years since I'd seen any of these magical little creatures. It was another sweet little moment of life. I was inspired to wax poetic...
Fireflies
Her child self grins as she watches
fireflies twinkling into the smothering darkness
of the woods,
while her grownup self blinks back tears
and breathes a prayer of thanks for the light
in her darkness.
(Gallery 17 of the 52 Photos Project is "A Moment of Life." Check out other moments here.)
Beautiful photo. How fortunate you are to have your parents to spend time with you! I love your poem. It's poignant.
ReplyDeleteThank you! I am indeed fortunate to have them!
DeleteVery interesting, I love the framing and light between the trees. Greetings.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Leovi!
DeleteSending you love, dear heart.
ReplyDeleteI love what you have captured here. xo
Oh, thank you, Bella. Hugs to you...
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Thanks, friend!
Deletea special moment...love that you're walking in the woods with your parents.
ReplyDeleteYes, it was!
DeleteIt's truly the little things in life that carry us through, isn't it? What a sweet memory for you...
ReplyDeleteI'm finding that to be so true, Jules!
DeleteShort, but heart-felt post, Annie. I really like the lines you put to verse. Don't ever do any research on "lightening bugs", though, as the truth behind all that evening glitter may disenchant some of those childhood memories...
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jim! You know I now have to check things out on the lightning bugs, don't you?
DeleteI love how light was the theme of both your photograph and poem regarding moments in life. Blessings!
ReplyDeleteTbanks, Arnoldo!
Deletebeautiful poem and sweet moment that you captured of your parents.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Juana!
DeleteLovely shot.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kaylene!
DeleteI love this shot of your parents, of how protective your father appears behind your mother. Beautiful.
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