Swirling on the gossamer threads of warming air the Devil’s Needle weaves a pied piper tune that hangs like a gallows over the pool.
Dragon flight shimmers aloft at last, Years of mud and dank aromas left far behind.
Stitching together the tapesty of earth time, Odonata harries and parries through the dog days of summer.
Skrying a future myth from the steel brushed surface where Jenny gnashes her Green Teeth.
A slumber of flies die in her Dragonfly grasp, as a darkness of verdant Oaks beat time on their trunks.