Endings

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One last summer kiss from

transparent dragon fly wings,

 our season end farewell.

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Author’s Note:

This morning’s walk found rusts and greens, ochres and dusty blues dressing the open space. Then with one sweet and swift past, one last little dragonfly passed close to my cheek – a last flight I feel as the chill in the air and the browns of the grasses tell us we will see one another in the spring.

Namaste,
Lexanne

 

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