Summer Seen

There's something about the first day when the fireflies come out.
When it's not quite an evening,
not yet at night,
It's the scrumptious time in between.
As the night grows deeper the magic of summer seeps onto the earth.

When the fireflies disappear,
the heat dissipates
A new wind blows in,
the crickets stop chirping.
The world begins anew
With a different magic
found in the coldness and the changing of the leaves.