Twilight in Georgia

The broken down soles
of my shoes announce
the jagged surface
of long forgotten
dirt road.

I dip and weave
along the path,
my tender feet red
from the long day past.

Fireflies ignite,
announcing their desires and
dazzling the path
as I go,
their visual serenade
poetry for my eyes.

They mate,
an ancient dance of
instinct,
a festival of life.

I pass the fish pond,
and hear their gulps
against the backdrop
of crickets chiming
in due time.

It is a type of peace
one rarely finds
in modern trappings
of artificial lives.

One rain drop,

And another,

Two more,

I am almost home.