Whiling Away The Hours
Atop fields of sunflowers
dragonflies and a young Fairy
were playing: whiling away the hours,
laughing and being merry.
It is generally believed
that fairies protect sunflowers.
Plans to pick one would be ill-conceived,
young fairies wield great powers.
Scarlet inks, a setting sun,
as ebony fills silhouettes.
And a breeze brings an end to their fun,
gusting strong, as the Sun sets.
Dragonfly and Fairy take wing,
vanishing with the setting sun.
While crickets chirp, the nightingales sing,
and shadows merge into one.
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