Like Spun Glass

I slowly approached, expecting the sprite to dart in the opposite direction. But it stayed. It shivered. Puzzled, I looked more closely and saw that

With its blue jointed body,
And wings like spun glass,

. . . this was a newly emerged dragonfly. I was slightly revolted by his nearby nymphal shell. What a good trade he had made. His wings were indeed like spun glass, shimmering moist and delicate in the spring sunshine. A new freedom just within reach.