In six months I will be wanting a coat, a scarf and
a blanket on a couch, warmed by you
Right now, I'm wishing for fireflies
a thousand tiny flashing lights,
Their choreography will be uneven
as they move across the damp grass at dusk
As kids we would chase and capture a few,
excited hands over the lid of a glass jar that lit up every few seconds
Now we are happy just to watch the dance
no need to take them inside