A time ago, I watched

The softest feather

Give way without fear

….to the wind

Time kept on, I saw

The delicate petals

Of Peace

Let go to the spring

Last night, I wondered

At the tiniest wings

Dancing in carefree

abandon, over the water

Faery folk, no doubt

Will you trust me..

As they are so very shy

Of being photographed

Now, it is morning

Once more, and

Here I am again

In the wild out there, gazing

At the faded sliver of moon

While dragonflies play

and pause and play again

Endless echoes

Of, so very much more…

I am the feather

As you are the wind

I am the petals

As you are the spring

I am the blue

As you are the sky

Always and ever

Without where or when

Or even a why…


ellie894 April 16, 2020

16 thoughts on “while dragonflies play…

  1. Dragonflies are my very favorite. They come and visit me occasionally. I don’t know how far they travel…the only bodies of water nearby are swimming pools… but I appreciate them. They are magical like the hummingbird!βœ¨πŸ’«
    Thank you for sharing your beautiful words and your magical imagesπŸ€—πŸ₯°πŸ˜πŸ’–πŸ’

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    1. That’s so neat, I don’t know how far they can travel either. There were dozens of blue ones this morning. Thank you for visiting and sharing such sweet thoughts πŸ₯°πŸ’πŸ€—πŸ¦‹πŸŽΆ

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