I saw a dragonfly today
Lying quietly in the grass.
On closer inspection
It looked perfect
Whole
Beautiful
And still
As if frozen in time
Or just plain frozen.
The first cold spell
Breaking summer’s fever dream,
Taming the heat,
Softening the sun’s rays.
The intricacy and delicacy
Of the dragonfly’s stilled wings
A vivid type
And foretelling
Of latticed ice
And ephemeral frosts
A coming and going,
A changing of the guard,
Passing nearly unnoticed in the night.
No bells tolled
Or bands played
For this single quick departure
–Among many others–
Though elegant as any.