The Damselfly
A damselfly descends onto my book
Her wings open and shiver
She rises, to then hover majestically
Colours of iridescent green and aquamarine
Shimmer brightly in the sunshine
Moving softly, delicately, as an eyelash
Might briefly curtain an eye
Her wings casting shadows below
Fleetingly she remains nearby
For a moment of shared intimacy
To then pass swiftly and gently on
Leaving only lightly stirred air
In her wake