Arrayed, The Belle Appears Poem by Dennis Lange

As day was ending and the light was dimmer
(But Sun still shone through trees and brush
And bounced across the water with a shimmer) ,
The birds began to tire and hush.

Upon the shining water, artful skimmer
(A dragonfly with double wings) ,
Made darts and dives onto the golden glimmer
And, like the lives of men, made rings.

From 'neath the water to its top, a swimmer
Rushed forth to gulp, then turned - a splash!
He dived back where his fishy world was dimmer,
And left behind that gentle crash.

The dropping Sun made daylight even slimmer,
And evening grew fat and wide.
Once smiling brightly, Sun was now much grimmer
And most wore black as if he'd died.

In that new dark, the sky began to simmer
With lights like bubbles from the ink,
Until its dress of sequins made it primmer,
A lady flirting nightly with a wink.