Here in upstate New York, summer officially started less than one week ago. Summer days stretch out before us, the sun shines for hours and the street lights come on later. Fireflies are back in business. The fireworks (the glittering, shining loud lights in the sky) started the day school got out and will no doubt continue for at least two days after the 4th of July.

This week’s prompt is one word: light. Use it any way you see fit to make a poem! Lights on. Lights off. Candles. Flashlights. Lights in the sky. Skylights. Solstice. Moonlight. Sunlight. Light dawning (skyward, or otherwise). Lightning.

Do you have an immediate memory of being in the dark, wishing for light? A favorite fireworks memory? Something to say about reaching for the light? Turning away from the dark? Did your father complain about shoddy workmanship every time he saw a crooked light fixture (like mine still does)?

Light in the trees. Lights on in houses. The color of light. The absence of light.

Let your little light shine! Write a poem about light. Come back in one week to illuminate us!

~Jill.