I watch the little spots of color
Dance around the night air
Like lightning bugs,
Twirling into the night sky
And disappearing from sight.
Sitting there, beside the stone circle,
I feel as if a heavy blanket
Is draped over my shoulders,
Warding the encroaching cold
From sinking beneath my skin.
I lean back, hair splayed over grass,
Listening to the snaps and crackles,
Watching the almost lightning bugs
Race upwards,
Mimicking the specks of stars,
And trying to be them.
Amazing. Beautiful job.