The Damselfly

In a blue whisp of a whisper, pirouetting free,

Wings all a flutter, she settles next to me,

Carefree with delight bedecked in turquoise blue,

Dainty and graceful, sparkling in the dew.

With beauty, full of life, flitting to and fro,

Carousing in the sunlight, she puts herself on show,

Once she was an ugly bug, living in a pond,

A nymph that cast her skin, rising from beyond.

With filmy gossamer wings aflutter,

I watch her flying by,

And marvel at the turquoise jewel,

The ballerina of the sky.

Then as if answering an unspoken plea,

She weaves her magic over me,

A beauty of nature, a gift beyond compare,

But I had no thoughts to find her there.

Like a hiccup out of the blue,

The beautiful damsel comes into view,

With wings of delicate filigree,

She leaves an ineffable tracery.

With her agile body, putting on a dance,

She finds true love to begin a romance,

Then flies in tandem, full of grace,

To share a world in a different place.

Then six weeks’ on as she wanders her ways,

It’s time to close the story of her fleeting days.