A Song of Summer

"In summer, the song sings itself." - William Carlos Williams

I'd been to the lily pond a number of times recently without seeing any dragonflies, and I started to worry: it was late July into early August, and what if they'd left already? I fretted over my lost jewels.

But then on Thursday, I visited the lily pond in the high heat of the day, and there they were! Alight on the wing, flitting about the water lilies, even - gasp! - posing on the glorious flowers for a picture or two.

I will sing a song of sweet summer: a love song, with verses celebrating fancy bugs and blooms; starlit skies with a peekaboo moon; long cool swims in silky water . . . a song of joy that sings itself.