early morning mist
already the barn fowl scavenging
but not the dragonflies
the pond's surface
forever moving, forever still
a darting drangonfly
nuance of ripples
a large iridescent dragonfly
on the pond's surface
floating
on crystalline pond water
a black-eyed dragonfly
all summer long
the sparkle of pond water
and dragonfly wings
dragonfly-
a water splash-
no dragonfly
this winter
mushroom-shaped clouds
no more dragonflies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You did it again, this was a very clever and colorful read, your details such a belly dance to the imagination. Made me wonder what inspired you to write this one.