The Fireflies yield the way.
The lightening bugs twinkle.
Their silvery lights uncover the dark..
Leading, by glimmering the astray.
Wandering forlorn paths of leaves
Damp from evening dew that had fallen
Cool toes playing on grass
When fall takes summer by weaves
I Kissed the boy on his jowl
Bobbing for apples on equinox
The caramel corn enchanted our sences
But, come winter, the hungry wolves do howl.
Cold and dark a gloomy cover
Skies ending, the tales of fall
Covered within a blanket by a fire
Thus relinquishing time and giving foliage a chance to recover
Suddenly a green leaf bursts open
Warm sunlight fills the cold dying soul
Rainwater quench their parched thirst
Then, fireflies come with spring’s floral fortunes.