To a Dragonfly

From what celestial palette The iridescent cobalt blue That paints thy gauzy wings? Thou little insect hovering Above my garden pool, So nearly motionless But for whirring wings. Dost thou wait silently For mosquitoes to appear To assuage thy hunger? Long, slender body – Darning needle some call thee, But thou art not such. I watch thee, dragonfly, Not a dragon, but tiny angel, Come to mesmerize me With thy heavenly beauty. As I doze in my hammock, Awed by thy patience, I smile Away this August afternoon.