Monday, May 08, 2006

The Dragon-Fly

When the heat of the summer
Made drowsy the land,
A dragon-fly came
And sat on my hand,
With its blue jointed body,
And wings like spun glass,
It lit on my fingers
As though they were grass.
Eleanor Farjeon


Endment said...

The iridescence reaches out through my monitor and glows on my desk.

Nan said...

Fabulous photo and a poem I have never heard. Love it!

AscenderRisesAbove said...

so very irridescent

vicci said...

I love this photo!!!

alexandra said...


jenclair said...

Perfect match!