Libellula

Little nymph in the crystal pond
years to go still before you arise
to grace us with your blue gauze play

The Two Voices say
as Lord Tennyson so eloquently penned
An inner impulse rent the veil
Of his old husk: from head to tail
Came out clear plates of sapphire mail
 
Little Akitu
defender of
Emperor Jimmu

Autumnal friend of
Japanese haiku poets
flittering away