now choked with fallen leaves
and invasive duckweed
feeling choked myself with fallen hopes
and invasive disappointment
when my attention is drawn
to a fiery dart of an insect
a late blooming flame
the last dragonfly of the season
discontent, he flits from one dry leaf to the next
until unexpectedly, he alights upon my coat
maybe he mistakes the orange wool
for a fallen sycamore leaf
tumbling aimlessly through the woods
or perhaps he can see that I need company
and recognizing a fellow wanderer
he decides to join me
on a backyard pilgrimage
in search of some understanding
about the change in seasons
and the unstoppable march of time
until miraculously we two
are outside of time and season
as he sits just above my thigh
his ink drop eyes staring up at me
his translucent wings dipped
in otherworldly opalescence
and that Chinese dragon red body
shocking, vibrant, mythic
as if dressed for a New Year's festival
and I find myself in a state of wonder
at my companion, this angel dragon
heralding a time of beginning
when suddenly the whole fallen earth
rises in a cyclone of celebration around us
see how the old must fall away
to make room for the glorious new
it won't be long now
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