Fireflies.

HeatherAnne • 1248 followers

{M} istaken, I must be.
{Y} ellow dots of fire,
{S} inging, buzzing softly,
{T} rance-like round a fire,
{E} xciting lines of orange,
{R} ays of sun so small,
{I} imagine reaching out-
{O} nly touch it and it falls.
{U} rgent little movements
{S} tars around the light
Fireflies have mystery
When they dance at night.

#acrostic #general #insect-imagery #nature-poetry #visual-metaphor

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