Nature's Tease

NATURE'S TEASE

Tease me again
With your shimmering body
Glide past me now
In glowing delight

Glints of turquoise
Sparkle and shine;
Emerald and amethyst
Jewels so divine

Through your wings
I see beauty
Simplicity, grace
Hovering near me
Not a moment to waste

For in a breath
You shall be gone
Lovely dragonfly
Ah yes, I've been
Forewarned!

Nancy Ellen Crossland

Summer At The Lake

SUMMER AT THE LAKE

The down of the swan’s bow dances waxen
on the soft water surface,
indulges in ease,
being unable to think of the next tempest.
Emerald dragonflies are carving jags into the cheesy air,
twitch into the small inlets,
are whirring on the spot during the next breath.
Their copper colored abdomen is laced up
as the waistline of a female motorcyclist
wrapped in leather.
The corpses of last and distant year’s leaves
rest on the muddy floor of the lake –
lost in growing old, blacking on,
bordered by dusky beechnuts.
The water crinkles on the cheeks,
plays and washes against its swimmers,
around the rushstalks ascending over, slenderly from the depth
and the precious butter balls
of the flowering nuphars.

Owi Ivar Nandi