Tuesday, August 9, 2011

red dragonfly

silently soaking up the sun
in the blades of grass
the sun blazing your vibrant red hue
perched and pebbles of sand
tiny reflective grains of glass
wings burnished bronze tissue paper
subdued stain glass windows
beam after beam
through the dreamcatchers weave
sifting dreams in the afternoon

© copyright written August 2011 by JAQ. publishing prohibited unless with the author's permission. ** this poem has appeared in the Stroll of Poets Anthology. **

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I could feel the warmth and see the color.