Days of Damselflies

by Oonah V. Joslin

Meadow smells of honey
yet to be
a warm drizzle,
ripples ruffle the leat.

A damselfly,
filigree folded wings,
settles to display
his neon bar code,

beryl, blue and green,
best before
so few beats of the wing
away.


Copyright © 2009 by Oonah V. Joslin

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