Summer Elegies

Beneath the dew caressed leaves, in the warm dappled light of a dying summer, a group of you danced in the air, flitting and fluttering and flirting in and out of the heavy rays of light that filtered through the branches. In humid air you wove a song with the twisting of your wings, a reckless elegy to yellow days beneath the arc of a perfect blue sky, to the height of life, to unbreakable togetherness. Humming, you came close, inviting, and promising renewed life after the winter.

I, little, lost, confused soul, watched from within an enclosed house and beat desperately with my wings to be there with you in your glorious summer dance, but I could not find the cracks in the glass of my window.