Tuesday, August 19, 2008

your dearest wish

The weather has been GLORIOUS. I have never known, in all of my years here in Kansas, of August days that have been filled with such cool temperatures, sprinkled with intermittent rain showers. I truly believe we have shamelessly borrowed this weather from our neighbors on the west coast that are suffering with the most unbearable heat.

I find myself wandering outside a little more during the daylight hours and then linger in my garden at sunset well into the evening not wanting this to end. The night air caressing my skin, enveloping me. I gaze across the immediate landscape into the farmer's field beyond, seeing small twinkling lights, and I imagine sharing this with you...

beautiful friend, let me tell you a story...
of wondrous summer nights
when fireflies illuminate the evening sky,
their flickering glow can be seen
along the hedgerow that leads to an open field;
and the story goes, or so I was told...
when the air is filled with their tiny lights
that each one is really a dream,
if caught by gentle hand
your dearest wish the firefly will grant.


As you hold this dreamy twinkle what would your dearest wish be?

4 comments:

Diane ~Ever so Dear jewelry said...

Traci you write so very beautifully, I find myself savoring each line! what would my dearest wish be? That I would never become a widow; that my husband & I would continue to grow old together. And that all our children will be blessed with such a loving marriage that we have. There's a something wonderful about this kind of love...it fills my heart to bursting knowing that we are on this journey together. We might not have a lot in other's eyes, but we have an abundance of joy, trust & love.

Nathalie G. said...

You are a poet. It made me feel soft inside.
Nathalie

Lee W. said...

Our weather has been grea too. It's wonderful to walk out in the twilight, with a soft breeze, and send up a gratitude prayer. SOmetimes my wishes are simple- just to remember the moment, how glorious life really is, the softness of my children, their little voices...

susanna said...

Oh, there is certainly something magical about fireflies, aren't there? Your writing captures those feelings of magic, wishes and dreams.

My favourite painting at the Canadian National Gallery of Art is by William Kurelek and it's a painting of children running through a forest at dusk. From a distance, it looks like a large dark canvas but as we get closer, trees take shape, then children can be seen and finally the tiniest little yellow dots of the fireflies.