She keeps dancing
over the dark water;
The flash of iridescent blue
Beneath her wings,
Quick as a breath.
How else could they see?
The dragonfly dart;
Then hesitate above
The mossy green bank –
As if it gave liberated pleasure.
How could they perceive?
The green dimness falling;
Between trees, that antique stillness,
Then the vermilion leaves –
Startling, unexpected,
Like an exclamation of delight.
How could they receive?
That moment when one, then two,
Then three dragonflies skimmed
All over the once pure river.
(9/11/13 @xirlleelang)
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
She keeps dancing
over the dark water;
The flash of iridescent blue
Beneath her wings,
Quick as a breath.
How else could they see?
The dragonfly dart;
Then hesitate above
The mossy green bank –
As if it gave liberated pleasure.
How could they perceive?
The green dimness falling;
Between trees, that antique stillness,
Then the vermilion leaves –
Startling, unexpected,
Like an exclamation of delight.
How could they receive?
That moment when one, then two,
Then three dragonflies skimmed
All over the once pure river.
(9/11/13 @xirlleelang)
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