Reflection of a Dead Dragonfly
12th September 2011
As winter is upon us and
The heavy duvet togs me down
Warm, away from the frosty world
I look back to warmer days.
Finding only a long dead Dragonfly
Gripping still his cold and once
Most favourite perch above the mire.
Alone
2nd September 2007
Alone,
me and you,
us against them,
grouping together
then falling apart.
How hard can it be?
me verses me.
Alone.