Here There Be Dragons

The evidence is buzzing on field breezes
littering fall forest ground,
dreaming deep in frozen winter earth,
sliding out of caves in vernal rains.

In summer they hum on iridescent wings
through weeds to their native plants,
catching small flies in the air,
the dancing rainbow scourge of the sky.

In autumn months they shed their scales
in brittle sepia-toned remnants
in bright vermilion scatterings
unusual polygons of renewal, fallen.

In winter the signs are sparse
but noises of the creaking earth
indicate slumbering reptiles,
the shapes beneath the snowdrifts.

In spring they slip out of rocky ledges
on mountainside, in lakeside lairs
spotted yellow or ochreous lizards
slither forth to start anew.

Keen ear and eye find evidence
it need not be large nor loud
they reveals to curious imaginations
they are those colors, those sounds.

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