Love the pic, love the poem. Dragonflies are a wonder and a delight.
As old as stars, and just as wise
this dragon flits across the skies
on wings as clear as time and space,
as intricate as tatted lace.
Elusive as thoughts in my head,
he flashes past in shades of red,
and humming low, he makes a trade
of sky, for perching on a blade.
I didn’t know his flight would end
when he swooped down to be my friend.
This dragon flies both bold and free.
I wonder what he sees in me?
Happy Friday, everyone! Celebrating again with Photo Poetry!