Moths

Moths

Hi everyone as the moth holds the light of love and life from the sun,so shall we. That we might spread it throughout the darkness of evil and hatred which covers our land.

After a night at twenty degrees,
full sun returns a micro-moth to life.
As I shiver, this tough little life
spirals up from leaves,
catches light and my eyes,
and wobbles down to a bed
of oak and maple leaves.
I find it perched on the red stem
of a maple leaf, open to the sun.
All six thin legs grasp the stem tip
as it clings to one more day of light.
The moth is tiny, drab gray, but close up
light picks out the fine fringe on
the edges of wings, a touch
of elegance that charms much as
its kohl expanded eyes.
The mantra of its clustered feet:
“Bless the sun and hold, hang on”

 

 

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