For an instant I glance,
Upon a puddle in the marsh. It
Reminds me of your love; green
Grey globs of fog drenched moments.
Between the knapweed and the nestles
Two dragonflies dance, obscuring my view;
True blues spinning then eloping
To the clear. Clouds part; the sun
It strikes its red upon my heart. I hear
The distant pedalling of the wind.

© Deborah Gordon 2008