Summer Jewels

Summer Jewels


There are some things not meant to be captive; like lace wings that need to flutter and feel the air move beneath and between membranes.

I wanted to keep my dragonfly, twirl his sapphire colors between fingers and hair curls; inhale the richness of his beautiful form with the summer breeze.  But, when I peered, ready to grasp his delicate limbs, he fled to distances beyond my reach, stopping only to look back from behind the tallest trees.

As summer passed, I tended jewels, planting petunias and marigolds, and read books I'd been wanting to read. I was content.  He never said a word, but I always knew he was close.

I caught frequent glimpses of him, and though he remained distant, our gaze still held desire in its frustration. Our different worlds could paralyze us or free us, yet, the melding of the two had connected us.

One evening, as summer waned, he rested on my shoulder, and I gently turned the pages of our last chapter.

Some things are not meant to be kept; like lace wings and restless spirits that follow the wind to bring them home. Some things just need to be accepted for what they are in order for the garden to grow.