Hiraeth (a collection of lunes*)


it is a word full
of meaning
and of memory

the time of day when
lights come on
mothers calling out

lightning bugs begin
their glowing
dance of attraction

patio candles
come to life
flickering shadows

cricket song rises
sweet chorus
as purple darkens

snatches of laughter
drifting low
through open windows

some call it twilight
others dusk
perhaps the gloaming

it is the essence
of childhood
captured in a word

ceg 7.17.15

*thirteen syllables are arranged in 5/3/5 format