deep blue
settles over the water~
silhouetted dragonflies
rise like small shadows.
dandelions drift upward,
carrying gold from the swamp
into the warm September air~
a quiet reminder
that even darkness
is only one way
the world learns
to release its light.
The flower died long ago,
yet its laughter in the vase
still keeps ringing, quietly.
A void, walking and walking,
is coming toward me.
I am then a dragonfly.
I have no claim of ownership,
no deed to my name,
yet every morning,
the light of dawn looks upon my face.
Golden ribbons stretch as far as the eye can see,
A boundless sea under the sun's gentle light,
Where every stalk of amber wheat sways free,
Unfolding a vision so breathtakingly bright.
The wind comes whispering low from the west,
Tracing soft ripples across the warm, heavy grain,
Turning the quiet soil into a restless crest,
Rolling like oceans over the open plain.
Each gust carves tides through the deep golden hue,
A shimmering swell of honey, brass, and straw,
Rising and falling like waves in the blue,
Holding the heart in a silent, reverent awe.
Above the calm surge, the warm air comes alive,
As jewel-toned dragonflies shimmer and gleam,
While tiny gold midges weave through the hive,
And lacewings float past like a summer day's dream.
High in the canvas of an immaculate sky,
A crisp wedge of swans cuts through the soft white,
In perfect formation, soaring gracefully high,
Shadows drifting over the field in their flight.
Picture-perfect and still, yet endlessly in motion,
The earth paints a masterpiece under the sun—
Where the dry prairie wheat turns into an ocean,
And heaven and harvest are woven as one.
Crystal wings flutter
Must I fly to be your friend
Thou art beautiful
She stands in the field,
white daisies gather at her ankles,
small moons of their own
glowing in the hush.
Butterfly wings
rest easy on her back~
not bright, not loud,
but tender things,
the kind grown
from wonder rather than magic.
The moon rises behind her,
a quiet lantern
lifting its silver breath
into the sky.
Its glow folds around her shoulders,
softening the edges
of everything she is.
A dragonfly lands
on her fingertips,
light as a held thought.
Its wings shimmer
with a secret kind of blue,
the color of trust.
She does not move.
She only looks~
and the dragonfly looks back,
their eyes meeting
in that small, perfect silence
where understanding needs
no language at all.
The daisies lean in,
petals lifted,
as if the field itself
can feel the first flutter
of something beginning.
The moon glows softly,
holding its quiet vigil~
watching a girl
and a dragonfly
share, for one resplendent heartbeat,
the same moment.
Tell me, child, besides
Whose light your play lent
A rule, wise as twas benign-bent
Should we not farewell?
That drone, cello-like
Deeper noon's, which hour.
Whose own world of, in its honour
Insects', heard to swell.
Oh Dragonfly,
You are the only fly,
I hope will never die,
The first to Fly on gossamer wings,
To brighten our days.
Glide and fly high,
Dragonfly sky,
Silent and spry.
Wings very light
Colors not bright,
A twinkling sight.
Skim atop streams,
Catching the gleam,
Aerial dream.
Dart and spinning
Swoop and winning,
Graceful within.
Warm sunny rays,
Lazy warm days,
That golden haze.
I admire you,
Touch nature’s hue,
So right so true.
Butterfly? Moth? Faerie? Dragonfly?
Bee? Wasp? Hornet? Damselfly?
Lithe and light, gliding quickly by
in and out of flowers insanely high
Termites? Beetles? Honeybees?
They flit and flutter as they please
One has glided off on a northern breeze.
These flying things bring lots of ease.
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Green coin floats, silent~
dragonfly lands, kisses ripples.
Beneath, shadow drifts:
a koi’s gold swallowed by dusk.
The pad holds the weight of sky.
a tick of your distant heart
and for me the wheels go spinning
golden spires in evening breeze dip
and you, gripping, reach to the river
what do you see
with your hunting eyes?
what tastes come
in memory?
i see only peace all about,
your wings of splendid silver filigree
tail tilted to the setting sun
many suns within your heart of hearts
do you know i forever run toward you
and to all your dragon friends?
do you feel me smiling laughing
my joy my welcome?
pretty butterfly
she went high
into the blue sky
with a dragonfly
making me sigh
saying bye-bye
Today in my slower world
I watched a Golden-ringed Dragonfly
dancing in the garden: it rose and
Swooped, nearly touching my hair,
Then off again, teasing in its proximity.
In this new, dawdling world
Where time has become petrified,
I amble, maybe sit for a while,
And stop to watch dragonflies.
Breathing, imbibing my environment.
I feel the sun as it beats onto my face.
My pace is slower, more leisurely somehow.
Gratitude grows strongly, nurtured by
The water of experience, and unhurried
by the passage of time.
Now in the late summer of my life,
The leaves are slowly adopting an autumnal hue.
Edges tinged with amber, yet glorious
In their transformation. Marking the transportation
To fall with the splendor of maturity .
The Golden-ringed dragonfly dances still,
And I celebrate the ability to focus on this moment,
So precious and one of so many previously missed.
He swoops and lands briefly on an autumn leaf
Camouflaged but splendid in his magnificence.
DAY OF THE DRAGONFLY
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morning’s misty veil
rainbow hues upon the air
gossamer wings dance
iridescent sheen
dragonfly's delicate form
dances free and light
river's gentle flow
dragonfly's aquatic home
drinking in the dew
moonlight's silver glow
dragonfly's nocturnal song
echoes through the night
A long-tailed skimmer (Plathemis lydia) with lovely striking wings
both transformed and adaptable, transforming right before my eyes
Settled on my hand she's like an Alien object from heaven above
she is probably weighing my soul and deciding how much it weighs
Though they often perch on shoreline vegetation this one did not
she came and kept me company opening space for me to smile
Abundance in God's creation has me wondering about my heart
how much it longs for beauty and all the things that make it whole
She helped me find the positive in situations that I thought were dire
from a nymph in the water to a winged adult she came for a short stay
Inside my soul there is an agate that is as precious as the stars of night
it is there that I will send her, to wait for me, until it gets light...
Until I find the strength to do the things that I must do in this lifetime
and I'll give her thanks for her visit, even if it was only for a short time.
Written for my friend Jennifer Reid
Love, Your Mystic Rose :)
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