One season fades into another
with the certainty of time.
Chanced upon a dead dragonfly.
In the morning dew its wings glistened
like a broken stained glass window
in the church of nature.
I couldn’t help to think of time.
There is so little of it yet we live like
we have all the time in the world.
The years pass and we reinvent
ourselves to be or do better?
We can hope it is so… Time will tell.