Dragonfly Dreams

Without a sound,
you gently glide
in June's warm air.

Briskly you land,
reverently
resting on posts.

Transparent wings,
sparkling in sun,
flutter sprightly.

Quick movements end.
Makes one wonder,
Why? To think? Dream?

Calm and serene
you are, staring
like a poet.

A pen I'd give
if you could share
dragonfly dreams.

Tell flighty thoughts.
I'd soar with you
in June's warm air.

©Janet T. Leonard