On a balmy spring night Where the gravid pink moon
Pregnant with summer anticipation
Lumbers toward full
While upon the darkly fen
A sign language of love Flickers in the misty umbra “I am here”
Sign language of love
In isolated umbra
Fireflies flicker
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #227: Quarantine
You know what’s weird? They are rare around here. Up north they were thick but they have never been as prolific in my area. I saw these the other night in the next door lot. There has been a big effort to reduce mosquitoes without the nasty pesticides that also harm other insects. I also was surprised it was so early in the season. And these guys had a very white flash, not the golden flash I recall from up north. Sadly this lot will be developed soon and their environment will be destroyed.
Funny that. I think we’ve had something like this conversation before?
We didn’t get them in New Hampshire, so I haven’t seen them often since I was 11 or so, living in New Jersey. I’d collect them in a jar for beside my bed. Poor buggers, but they made for a little magic in my room at night.
Dancing Echoes 
April 11, 2020 at 8:11 pm
Oh, how I miss fireflies… almost as much as hugs, perhaps. ❤ ❤ ❤
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April 11, 2020 at 8:23 pm
You know what’s weird? They are rare around here. Up north they were thick but they have never been as prolific in my area. I saw these the other night in the next door lot. There has been a big effort to reduce mosquitoes without the nasty pesticides that also harm other insects. I also was surprised it was so early in the season. And these guys had a very white flash, not the golden flash I recall from up north. Sadly this lot will be developed soon and their environment will be destroyed.
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April 11, 2020 at 11:09 pm
If one good thing comes of this terrible situation it’s that others will come to appreciate moments like the one you’ve described.
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April 11, 2020 at 11:15 pm
Yes, we are all redefining beauty and I am glad nature is catching a short break too. We are forever changed.
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April 12, 2020 at 12:15 am
Funny that. I think we’ve had something like this conversation before?
We didn’t get them in New Hampshire, so I haven’t seen them often since I was 11 or so, living in New Jersey. I’d collect them in a jar for beside my bed. Poor buggers, but they made for a little magic in my room at night.
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