Dragonfly

The dragonfly appeared

The North wind brought it by

As summer slipped away

And autumn was approaching

It flew through silver trees

That stood beside the lake

I looked into its eyes

To find that it was smiling.

The dragonfly was mine

As slender as a wand

It cast a spell as it clung

To leaves that soon were falling

Its camouflage grew faint

As my mind grew darker still

I scarcely dared to breathe

It was frail and I might harm it.

Its touch was as soft as the thistledown

That is borne on the evening breeze

Its kiss was as warm as the summer rain

That whispers and sighs through the trees

And now the warmth of the pale winter sun

Has melted the heart of the snow

I lie awake throughout the night

And wait for the North wind to blow.