Lonesome Dragonfly

by Christine Breen

A red-orangepoppy, bright as an African sora, opened above a sea of autumn green in the flower bed in front of the house, shocking everything else in sight like some electrifying force and clashing with the rose sedum.

Border in the Tuileries, Paris

A minor collision of colour. I love it. Cerise dahlias tower above blue salvias and rudbeckia.

Butterflies hop to the pink Japanese anenomes from fired-up sedums.  A lonesome dragonfly whirrs above the daises dying. The swallows have flown but a black headed siskin twitters nearby.