Mexican Amberwing on Dried Bulrush — Image by kenne
Amber wings shimmer
in the still heat of the day—
paused on brittle reed.
The pond has gone dry,
but the dragonfly remains—
a flicker of flame.
Balance on light perched decay,
what once was green—
beauty does not leave.
Thank you, Kenne, for the beautiful poem devoted to my much-loved dragonfly and the wonderful photo!
Joanna
Joanna, Thank you, for the nice comment.