Rain People Gathering by Land Eagle, Taos Pueblo, acrylic and sand on board, photo courtesy of Blue Rain Gallery, Taos, New Mexico
This haiku was written for One Deep Breath´s prompt " the countryside."
Until I was 11 or 12 years old, my family lived out in the country. My brothers and I spent many a summer evening swatting mosquitoes and chasing fireflies. Sometimes we caught the fireflies or "lightning bugs" in Mason jars and used an ice pick to poke holes in the lids. We´d carry the jars to our rooms, hoping those little flickers of light would guide us to dreamland.
Chicadas lead song
lightning bugs join the chorus
tiny flames of light