Love Haiku #5

He made sweet tea in
the mason jar he used to
catch lightning bugs the

night before. We swing
on the porch bench, sticking tongues
down to lick sugar

caked on the bottom
as the sun sets and our cheeks
glow like lightning bugs.

—Nortina

This poem is written as part of #frapalymo which Bee will be translating into English for us at The Bee Writes…  Today’s prompt is “write a poem about the countryside.”