steamy night
fireflies
out in the rain
steamy night
near marsh or swamp or wet field
dank, cloying odor
fireflies
once upon a time I thought
they were fairy steeds
out in the rain
sometimes I can remember
belief in magic
Jim & Cie
Notes:
The "sleigh" of this Troiku was created by modern Haiku poet Jim Kacian. The Three Horses of the Apocalypse are to be blamed on me.
I don't believe in magic or much of anything else these days. But sometimes when it rains I can remember how it felt to believe.
