Today I saw the dragon-fly Come from the wells where he did lie. An inner impulse rent the veilof his old husk: From head to tailcame out clear plates of sapphire mail. He dried his wings: like gauze they grew; Thro' crofts and pastures wet with dewa living flash of light he flew. Alfred Lord Tennyson
Vintaj Natural Brass filigrees, freshwater pearls, czech fire polished glass and a green vitral glass focal with a golden dragonfly.
Autumn is showing its hand more and more. A distinct shifting of the sun northward, twilight comes sooner and the air is crisper. Here in the subtropics we do not have the glorious colouring of the trees, but there are a few species and they bring memories of autumns of my childhood long ago and far away