“Fireflies at Dusk,” Friend, July 1986, 27
Fireflies at Dusk
At the end of the day, when the wind dies,
The dusk goes wrapped in fireflies—
Clouds of sparkles that flit and pause,
Darting jewels on wings of gauze.
Dusk is loveliest of all,
With these live twinkles on her shawl!
Illustrated by Shauna Mooney