That moment when the dragonfly,
shivered into view, shining, full
of glistenings, desperate wavings
in the air, busy in its being and
it’s doing; glorious in its presence,
shaking away, with wings of pure
distraction, the cares of deep night
and dark, foreboding days…. in
that one brief moment, I shared
its freedom and simple delight, in
a space where mundane was an
unexpected and comforting joy.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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