Wiper - Wiper - - - Wiper

 

The Magic of Dragonflies

little is known,

on transparent wings

their color is shown,

 

With neither a compass

North Star

or chart,

 

They zoom and they hoover

they turn and they dart –

 

They light on a twig

or a thin blade of grass

never asking directions

or stopping for gas,

 

Of Dragonfly Magic

I surely am smitten –

they fly through the rain

with no intermittent.

 

 

 

 

             ZC