The Weekly Verse: Fireflies in the Garden by Robert Frost
Fireflies in the Garden
By Robert Frost
Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
Achieve at times a very star-like start.
Only, of course, they can’t sustain the part.
I chose this for this week’s poem because we’re getting on to real summer now (at least here in the Midwest), and it’s got me thinking about my favorite summer things. Fireflies (did anyone else call them “lightning bugs” as kids?) are among those things. When we were little, my brother and cousins and I would run around in twilight with them all around us (mosquito bites be damned), sometimes briefly capturing them in jars just to have those little flashes as “ours” for a few moments. I don’t remember ever questioning the how or why of fireflies – they were magic, and I accepted that as fact. I love Frost’s comparison of stars and the fireflies emulating them because I remember certain summer nights when the backyard was so full of them that it was reminiscent of the sky full of stars.
I live in a big city, but this makes me want to find an open green space and look for them tonight.