Three Facebook pages on writing, a post a day on each for the month of July, combined and posted here as well.
Small Stone, July 2014, Twenty First
Stop. Listen! What's that sound?
Early morning fog eases me into Monday, muffling the sounds of traffic.
July Writing Project - A Poem a Day - Day Twenty One
Dragonfly, out one summer day,
Hard at work – easy at play
Lit upon a milkweed pod
High above the soggy sod
Watching a man, so very tall,
But really not that scary at all
Sitting there he forgot his wings -
(they are gossamer things)
Intending to get them nice and dry
For when next he took a whim to fly
He let them droop he let them drop
Before he knew the sap they did sop
Oh right away he knew the danger
Having been told since babe in manger
Wings are a gift from the kind fairy queen
They have to always, always be kept clean
Being distracted - forgetting just once
Truth be told, he felt like a dunce
Hoping to keep looming disaster away
He lifted them up towards Sun's ray
He flexed - he strained - and finally took off
Narrowly avoided- Barn! Eave! Trough!
A gentle breeze had sent him awry
As with heavy wings he could not fly
The man by the creek (really no squatter)
Friend to snake, bird, and otter
Dragonfly with his last burst of strength
Landed upon the mans great length
Who saw right away Dragonfly's plight
Dried sap that was preventing his flight
Gently held out finger, strong as an oak
With creek water droplets, began to stroke
The sap, now dry, began to dissolve
And just like that - problem solved!
Dragonfly soon able to fly away
Gratefully resumed his work that day
Twenty First Noticing, July 2014
In the gloaming, bird songs begin - trying to keep dark away? Or calling down the night, welcoming a time of rest?