a photograph by Kevin Michael Davis, Alazanto
The Design Teacher
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
She taught him
to look at the dragonfly—
its color, design,
and to look at why their wings
moved the way they did.
They searched near
the small pond
and found the black and whites,
the emerald greens,
the slim turquoise and black damsels,
the orange and blues.
All had whirling lace wings
above their heads.
One day they saw
a golden dragonfly,
or so they thought–
so they came to find
the new dragonfly
in the late afternoon light
near the small pond
in a universe
that slipped through
a hole in the basket
never to be found
or picked up again.
fourwindowspress 
Wonderful and deep.
Sadness and beauty intertwined.
Need to echo what in a said up there.
This has a lovely “voice”.
Resonates with the sense of loss of the intangible.
Loving memory and loss delicately woven, Ethel. Reaches into one’s heart. Blessings. Diane XO ❤
Ethel I dont usually copy others’ comments but I just need to reiterate what has been said above, beautiful.
That is very moving Ethel, and beautifully expressed. Such a loss for you all.
Thanks All for your great comments. Love Ethel
Oh, so very beautiful, delicate, and poignant!