Exquisite—poetry in motion! ~ Bette A. Stevens
Today I saw the dragonfly
Come from the wells where he did lie.
An inner impulse rent the veil
Of his old husk: from head to tail
Came out clear plates of sapphire mail.
His dried wings: like gauze they grew;
Through crofts and pastures wet with dew
A living flash of light he flew.
~Lord Alfred Tennyson
What an absolutely exquisite creature! Such as this winged beauty are so stunningly wondrous that I’m almost left speechless when I see them. Not only are they breathtaking in form and beauty but they are also valued predators in controlling populations of harmful insects. And the fact that their oldest known relatives date back over 300 million years ago seldom fails to bring forward for me images of what earth’s pristine splendor must have been like in the beginning. In addition I find it fascinating that they have been a subject of…
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Bette A. Stevens, Maine Author 
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on 03/18/2014