Little Pink Cloud by Janet Keyes

Low in the eastern sky

Perhaps thirty degrees above the horizon

Hung a little pink cloud.

Evening had receded past twilight

And well through dusk-

Nearly night, where dark clouds ruled the sky,

And a timid half-moon to the south

Peeked out intermittently.

We often see pink clouds

Scattered overhead after sundown,

Reflecting rays of distant sun.

This one was isolated, glowing softly,

Emanating from within, and not reflecting.

The cloud contained flashes of lightning-

Not jumping to other clouds

Nor striking toward the ground.

We heard no thunder from this little far-off stationary cloud,

And lightning continued fifteen minutes or so

While the surrounding sky grew dark.

One with imagination might have seen

That little cumulus entity

As a pink glass jar

Filled with fireflies.

Hmmm- fireflies.

Mom called them “lightning bugs,”

And her book was “Fireflies and Fairy Wands.”

Maybe my mother was sending us

A message of fireflies and fairy wands

And hope and joy and peace-

A message we really needed

At this time.

Mystery solved.

Thanks, Mom.


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