This year is overflowing with dragonflies

Ancient, magical, calming and mystical.

 

They seem ever-curious about my chores - yet their visits are always brief.

They pause for a moment to rest and share a gaze between us

Alighting upon the cool freshly washed damp sheets 

As I clothespin each piece on the sagging but beloved clotheslines.

 

I ask them were they've been? Where they're going? And I wish them well 

They dart away, towards the sun, the breeze, and the magical freedom of

Their life in the meadows and the woods and the sky....