A Poem from Janet Cannon's  Poetry Room at IsleWrite.com

crane flies

dancing through their lives
nine lost on the kitchen
wall spindly creatures

having fun never eating
only living to mate for one
season like our 60s

they float inside summer
settling briefly on wild
foliage all over the place

for the moment like
these past decades
knowing winter always

gestates their efforts
knowing spring always
hatches another cycle

Poem by  Janet Cannon