The dragonfly appeared The North wind brought it by As summer slipped away And autumn was approaching It flew through silver trees That stood beside the lake I looked into its eyes To find that it was smiling The dragonfly was mine As slender as a wand It cast a spell as it clung To leaves that soon were falling Its camouflage grew faint As my mind grew darker still I scarcely dared to breathe It was frail and I might harm it Its touch was as soft as the thistledown That is borne on the evening breeze Its kiss was as warm as the summer rain That whispers and sighs through the trees And now the warmth of the pale winter sun Has melted the heart of the snow I lie awake throughout the night And wait for the North wind to blow