My Magic

CHAPTER 10

Firefly Twilight

 

A Summer’s Night of Firefly Twilight

Deep Forest Green & Midnight Black

with bridges to cross in The Forest Of Elms

 

Between Blue J a y days and elm forest nights

in a forest of elms within firefly twilight

bridges for all of us

and for us all

 

from who we are now

to who we’ll be

when we'll wish so to be

from summer’s rise

to autumn’s fall

 

The Blue J a y    bridge

Father Earth must cross

 

Mother Air must cross as well…

 

Blue J a y

A       g

 L             i

 A     l

N          i

C       t

     E        y

 

Rousing = Sooooooooo Happy!

 

Nutrition & A Call To Arms!

 

Mother Air takes Sentry duty

while Father Earth takes wing with Blue J a y s in tow

 

Central Park: The Lake. A friendly grey catbird rests amidst  dancing flowers of Japanese Anemone

 

CATBIRD

“If I told you there were eyasses here

of course, you’d now believe me, no?…

Well, wouldn’t you do, or would you do not?

And if you do believe do-woppity-do, it’s easier

and breezier than don’t-woppity-don’t…

for if you believe for now and therefore evermore

this story shall be easy as a breezy summer’s day to tell!!

And catbirds tell what catbirds know! So!

Here we go, Go, GO, GO, GO!!!…

 

Blue J a y s dance daily on eyass heads

a boo-boo bridge to Shakespeare sanctuary Saturday nights

one dance in battle leads to another dance with friends!

And Shakespeare shall restore amends!!”

 

For Sora & Kaze Blue J a y boo-boos before firefly twilight

beget Shakespeare dances on Saturday nights…

 

Sora seeking Saturday Shakespeare sanctuary

Rousing = “fine & dandy!”

In a forest of elms

In elm forest days

 

Between boo-boos from Blue J a y s & firefly twilight

Sora found sanctuary watching Shakespeare dances

on Saturday nights

 

and since no catbird’s got my tongue no sir,

now way no sir-siree!

this story shall be breezy as an

easy summer’s day to tell…

 

If you asked a hawk how they were feeling on any given day

they might answer, “I’m fine! Mostly sunny!

Whoop-dee-doo-dang-ding-dong!”

they’d say: “Mostly sunny! Keera-Keera!”

Or, they’d say…

“Oh, I’m simply wonderful Peeka-Peeka, by the way!!”

 

The’d say, “Fine & Dandy-Roo!”

which, (by and by) so truly means so,

“Ookee-Ookee Foo-ah-Foo-ah, too!”

 

So! Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed

go hand-in-hand-in hawks y’know

 

and yoga in a tree, (you see…)

most hawks don’t usually do

although…

Sora did!

 

and crossed his bridge

from summer’s rise

to autumn’s fall

feeling “Mostly cloudy, Roosa-Roosa”

all in all…

 

crossing his bridge between Blue J a y days

and firefly twilight

feeling sleepy, dreamy, “See-ah, See-ah”

all in all…

 

Firefly Twilight are those “bridges” awaiting all of us…

those bridges from who we are in the all too fleeting: now…

to the who we’ll be when we wish we’ll be

 

hushed elm forest night

‘till firefly twilight

  awakens

 

For Kaze that same elm forest was her bridge to the wind

 

Mother Air & Rock On Squirrel so, So, SO close on a branch

and so, So, SO much is "said" with a turn of each head

that...

 Sometimes seemingly separate

squirrels and hawks

have bridges of unspoken rapport

 

(Sora being kicked out of a tree by a squirrel)

 

               unspoken

                            rapport…

                                        seems a shakier bridge for Sora…

 

(Kaze relaxing on a street lamp in Central Park enjoying watching us!)

Kaze found a more stable bridge to all of us!

 

(Sora with a Blue J a y together “balancing” on the same fence)

 

While Sora was determined to beat those B l u e J a y s

                                                          A        g

                                                         L             i

                                                         A        l

                                                         N              i

                                                               C              t

                                                                E          y

 

And so it went from summer’s rise…

to autumn’s fall

with bridges to cross…

from who we are

to the who we wish to be

when we wish we’ll be…

when Time crowns all…

 

hushed elm forest night

elusive firefly twilight

 

not every bridge from who we are to who we wish to be

will be crossed so sweetly easily…

it’s true

 

but step by step…

 

and once more once

     I’ll say…

 

and step by step by twice more twice

    I’ve heard…

 

elusive dreams to the who we’ll be

from bridges crossed from who we are…

are all worthwhile elusively…

like catching firefly twilight.