August and the fireflies are gone

Free from those who’d seize their light

Your jars can’t capture childhood, air tight

The darkness a reminder until the dawn

The dusk now has a welcome cool

But we are never satisfied

Long for the heat, long for the fall

With its bees and angsty school

Perhaps a Halloween ghoul

The fireflies are gone

And we lament,

forced to move on

Proceed our flight’s descent

Their flash. A slow beat

A soft, vulnerable heat

Death a thumb’s fluorescent streak

A century of children need to seek

Their soul purpose –

To Light your night

Amuse you with their random, oddball sight

The dusk has a welcome cool

But we are never satisfied

The fireflies are gone

And only darkness is left behind

Are they free – or has fate dissolved their stars?

All we can do is try to fight our jars.