This week’s haiku is inspired by the first experience with fireflies, back when I was living in Baltimore. I was enraptured by them and still feel the thrill when I think about them.
Lighting bugs outside
blink like Christmas tree lights while
they search for a mate
Originally posted on 52 Haiku
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