We're only a couple of miles from the old house, but we have tons of dragonflies here, which we never used to.
I remember writing a poem about dragonflies in college. Er...I was in college, not the dragonflies. Anyway, it won first prize that year in our little literary competition (some prize, anyway -- as I recall I took all three top spots that year). Yet I don't remember the poem, don't seem to have a copy of the magazine.
What really troubles me is how long it's been since I've written any poetry.
But anyway. I love the gorgeous adornment of orange dragonflies hovering above the pool surface, red clinging delicately to the pendulum of wooden chimes, or hiding in the gardenias like a glittering blue blossom.