NURTURING NATURE’S DANCERS
From the backyard arise
our first fireflies.
Months of magic released, spring’s
annual pool, genes,
from last year’s wintered over
beetle larval leavings.
Now lightning bugs poise
to open summer’s show.
Mates to be sought,
eggs to be wrought.
Their air, warmed and conditioned, just so.
On the day before summer
they danced at dusk.
Now through July,
seeing it a must,
their daily rise
to a silent frantic
ground finale.
Luminescent genes
egg on the dance
that continues the pool.
DRK
9/13/11
THE TROUBLE WITH GETTING OLD
Is that not everyone does
Someone is left
With what remains
In the brain
Unpreventable intrusions
Infusions?
Phantoms
Rummaging
Jostling for brain space
Is there still room in there?
Do these visitors occupy
Empty areas?
Or do they create
Maybe dignify
New spaces
That might have
Mouldered away?
That is the hope
Welcome, spooks
DRK
4/5/2025