In the drizzle did the dragonfly alight

On a silver glossed blade that glistened

As it swayed in the darkening skies.

 

Nestled so in that besieged haven

A soaring hawk did it sight in flight.

Turing to the brown arch across the frigid sky

It spied black set eyes that looked far beyond

the glowing theater of the setting sky.

 

It waited, wings now like the green blade

Silvered by the falling rain, like dew

On cold mornings before the arriving light.

None could have known the sight of the wings

The dragon fly would deem to never fly.

 

The tune of the bristling branches

And the sight of blacked sky the end

For that silver winged dragonfly.