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.
