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.
Copyright © Barbara Peckham | Year Posted 2021
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