The Needle Dragonfly
A tiny needle dragonfly
Perched innocently on the window,
Its reddish body caught my eye
In a placid pose, gave a show.
As the sunlight graced its gossamer wings,
Its tail in slow motion conferred
A rhythmic beat to the soft wind blowing,
And I sat there quite enraptured.
It seemed long ago when we were young
Those childhood days when we were free,
We'd run after them with carefree abandon,
When the grass seemed greener, life seemed so easy.
Now I am old, gray haired and weak,
But it's strange what one creature can bring.
Like a messenger from that past, so gentle and meek
Memories come back with its dragonfly wings.
All rights reserved~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello 10/03/14
Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello | Year Posted 2016
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