A gold firefly sparks
Waiting beneath the wonder of a star scattered night sky, I listened intently to the abstract sounds that sifted from the shadowed wood. The air was cool and dewy, carrying the exquisite sweetness of wild honey suckle and ruffled peonies. Between a backdrop of branches and glistering darkness, a tiny golden flame ignited, accelerating through the forest in a brilliant streak. Another small light, more emerald in tone, flashed suddenly from beneath the underside of a thin maple leaf. The first fireflies of the celebrated season had appeared at last.