Lullaby

 
Come back, my dear —
   back to your soft, warm bed.
 
I will wrap you with my arms
   and press away fears.
 
Let Hypnos do his work,
   and float you over flowers
 
In terraced fields waved
   by the sea’s blue breeze.
 
After your sleep of sweet oblivion,
   a day of bravery comes.
 

Dragonfly Trail

The trail to the dragonfly
   lies narrow and
   Teflon-smooth,
 
Frightening when black-iced
   by freezing fog
   or sleeting snow,
 
But, twice driven,
   a carnival ride
   of breath-holding
 
To the four-winged creature
   of crystalline eyes
   sheltering lovers
 
Who’ve had bravery
   thrust upon them
   in the cold.