Ode to Ageless Youth at the Creek

The mottled waters submerged shadows of musty weeds,

A misty perimeter, grass infused, sunk along the willow bush,

Milky dapples of mossy umber reflections of cloudy blue,

Spikes of sunburned grass tippled the water strider’s rings,

As two dragonflies, glinting turquoise on silvery wings