Mt. Battie / Camden Maine

The dragonflies danced in the crisp Maine air on a draft from the ocean deep. Their delicate wings teased the breeze high up on Mount Battie’s Peak. Blue-black they flew like the night time sky, as the mica flecked granite shone, Seeking nectar sweet from blueberries bushes and their small white flowers’ cones. The silvered sea was surreally framed by a multitude of human eyes; Dotted with miniature sailing boats A scene full of wonder and sighs.