Ann Van Velthoven lives in New Jersey. She doesn’t think of herself as a writer, having spent many years drawing and painting instead. Her daughters tell her they would like to see her return to the visual arts since they are not gifted in that way. Ann says this poem appeared to her and she quickly wrote it down. It is an image of summer at first read, though it could be more if you read it again.
Late Summer
By Ann Van Velthoven
A summer night
Fireflies flickering
A fleeting moment of beauty
Illuminating a dark landscape.
I love the visual of this succint poem. Reminds me when I was a little girl catching lightning bugs.
Lovely imagery.