Garden Gnome

Hard to believe I did this stained glass six years ago

Firefly

I doused the lights at taps last night to find

a dazzling flying thing had made her way

inside my house and asked to see my mind,

or so I thought. I’m sure I heard her say

“I’ll light this room for you if in return

you’ll tell me what you think. I dance on air

you know, and glow with pride. And yet I yearn

to learn if those who watch are glad I’m there.”

“You totally surprised me, lass,” I said.

“I’d just lain down and suddenly your fire

appeared above my pillowed, tired head.

I will say this, to honor your desire:

‘Come back tomorrow; bring your many friends.

I hope this pixie dancing never ends.’”