Dragonfly
The dragonfly spreads His golden wings His golden wings Flash in the sun The dragonfly spreads His golden wings Until night is come Until day is done The dragonfly spreads His golden wings His golden wings Burn in the sun His golden wings Burn in the sun He turns from gold He turns to bronze The dragonfly is A weathervane A weathervane Froze in the sun The dragonfly is A weathervane Until night is come Until day is done The weathervane throws Her burnished spear Her burnished spear Lances the sun Her burnished spear Lances the sun She moves from old She moves to young The weathervane is A dragonfly A dragonfly Froze in the sun The weathervane is A dragonfly On brazen wing To catch the sun. For Maggie, 5.10.20 Photo: pinterest.co.uk/pin/468726273700873858