In six months I will be wanting a coat, a scarf and 

a blanket on a couch, warmed by you

 

Right now,  I'm wishing for fireflies

a thousand tiny flashing lights,

 

Their choreography will be uneven

as they move across the damp grass at dusk 

 

As kids we would chase and capture a few,

excited hands over the lid of a glass jar that lit up every few seconds 

 

Now we are happy just to watch the dance

no need to take them inside