Dragonflies

weave the string of light,

with their whispers in a golden flight.

Before the advent of rain

They gather to celebrate

The drops of happiness from heaven.

I see a reflection in their jeweled eyes

Like holding tiny lanterns in the afternoon sky.

They leave,

Yet the hush hovers above

As I travel back in time.

(This post is a part of BlogchatterA2Z Challenge 2026)

(This poem is part of my A to Z poetry series titled, ‘EarthSong.’ Read the other poems here.)