the dragonflies went south
away to hotter climes
to warm of air
with mighty wings
and unto clearer skies

where a dragon might
alight
and float above alone
in never ending skies
away to shine and flutter wings
to make a wind its name




and find abandonded dragon lair

with ever weathed wing
with wind to ride and sing
trivaile of small and tempest call
of all such small a thing.