two dragonflies flit
in geometric patterns
above a ditch.
flashes of sunlight
play and glint
off gossamer wings.
warm breezes
carry the faintest scent
of surf and sand.
the silken threads
of space-time
slip through my hands.
(mostly) short poems on life and love
writer, dreamer, lover, seeker. labels never reach the heart of any matter, but they might be a place to start...