More Precious For The Wear

even as life
takes from us
our beauty remains

Of Intricate Design

cloisonne’d wings
on an
all green being

Wings

the hope
of flight
not without effort

Mining

mother load
wing-ed ones
gold rush

Ascent

each
stroke of air
pulls the horizon closer

Resting Dragonfly

life’s toll
taken
on tatter wings

Sound Seen

the thrum
of wings hovering
stillness in motion