Gathered in a slanted column of light, the tiny insects dance. They wear the light they dance in like borrowed costumes. They glow brighter than fireflies. Points of light climbing and dropping in sync. Swirling in the cool eddies of the coming evening. A shining ballet inching its way across the garden with the passing light. Higher they rise. Dissolving into the darkening treetops. Gone with the setting sun. Only when darkness has completely descended are they seen again. Scattered, contented and serene, across the night sky.
swarm in the garden -
My first Haibun. How is it?