Brooks Schmitt

Philo Gold

The swarms of dragonflies that fill the skies
glittering like vestibules with wings of gauze
Darting up and down, drunk on summer fruit
Fermenting, feasting on littered ground
Red apples on the grass and auburn earth
Living in the valley outstretched to sea
along the river running softer each day
The thirsty hills beneath the evergreens
The summer sky, red, streaked with autumn dyes
Golden orbs in the stratosphere of dragonflies