The temperature code
when the mood in the room
shifts and changes
letting the cold winds come in
it’s hard to remember why
this year’s beauties
were taken from us.
A negative light
highlight the gems
they’re all fragile now
having been exposed
to an unforgivable source
their once strong stems
have been reduced
to a delicate glance
from here though
their strong ancient contact
is being safely guarded
here in my hands and arms
I’ll take the dried beauties
smother them in love
spread them all delicately
celebrating nature’s bounty.
Dragonfly Poetry 