A Poem

I’ve always been a summer girl.

Born at the end of June,

Just before it turned to July.

Summer is my season.

Laughter around baseball diamonds and campsites.

Conversations over hot dogs, campfires, and sparklers.

I was gently refined through

Summer camps and

Summer swims.

Summer sleepouts and

Summer reading.

Summer adventures and

Summer hikes.

Summer sunrises and

Summer sunsets.

Summer cookouts and

Summer gardens.

Summer scavenger hunts and

Summer trips.

Summers on the boats

Of rivers, lakes, and oceans.

Summers in the redwood forest

And summers in the Georgia pines.

I was redeemed each day by the freshness of summer mornings;

I was reposed each day by the calm of evenings catching fireflies.

I’ve always been a summer girl.

It’s when I come alive.

Summer is my season.

Lately though, I’ve been praying for spring.

This physical trial, this delayed healing ignites

Desperation for a rebirth 

I’ve been told only spring can provide.

And when spring arrived in late March and 

I wasn’t healed yet, I was

Crushed. 

Confused.

Despairing.

Despondent.

But…

A few nights before March 

Drew to a close

Nine days after Spring arrived

On March 29, 2024 I saw

Fireflies.

Lightening Bugs,

Shimmering in the treetops,

Like I’ve never seen before.

Never so early.

Never so high.

Twinkling in the treetops

Just for me.

And maybe it’s not such a big thing,

Maybe it’s just a fluke.

But I believe these fireflies are for me.

Connecting me, in a way only a summer beetle can,

To my Creator through nature.

And I believe they’re here,

At the dawning of springtime,

To remind me:

Summer is coming.

My Season is Coming. 

Originally posted 4/2/24 on old website