The Dragonfly
The Dragonfly
a poem by Patricia Cummings
I saw a dragonfly
upon the wing,
while autumn threatened
cold to bring.
I pondered the fate
of this lovely thing,
a gift of creation
that made my heart sing.
As seasons come
and seasons go
There is but only
one truth to know.
Take each day
passing slow.
This way, again,
we shall not go.
