In late spring, as temperatures increased, hosts of fireflies began to appear at night among the trees and along the avenue of Oleanders that lined the path to the villa.
It became our evening ritual to venture out to watch them dance in the darkness like soundless music notes.
We went to the garden after dark
to watch fireflies, like hopeful prayers,
gather about us. Each small spark,
minute, adrift on warm night airs.
On the flat surface of the night,
they seemed to dance at our behest:
we thrilled to their courageous light,
felt graced, uplifted, almost blessed.