Firefly · Xiaoly Li

sinks into dusk
upon the Blue Ridge.

Little disco stars
flit and hover.
One, two, three,

a thousand
silver bells.
We stop along

the silhouette of trees,
Christmas chorus.
Hundreds chatter

one melody to hold
sweet cold lightning
in my hands.

heart thunder,
broken pieces that September,
that summer.

Xiaoly Li is a poet, photographer and former computer engineer who lives in Massachusetts. Her poetry is forthcoming or has recently appeared in Rhino, The Mantle, Big Windows Review, Up the River, The Writers Next Door - An Anthology of Poetry and Prose, and J Journal.