Hope my dear, is a foolish thing
but to wake in its glow everyday!
dragonflies on fragile wings can’t
carry afar dreams they say.
But by my window fly high,
these fickle furtive whims!
In willows restive they sigh
waiting to unfurl and on their lap,
take me to Spring.
Dragonflies
June 11, 2009 by coffee beans
Beautiful.