Sometimes moths are blue
On the edge of my garden
hovers a moth, a blue
winged moth that almost
blends with the lavender. Now
and again it lifts
to fly a little and settle
on another blossom spike.
I wonder if there are blue
moths elsewhere, if anyone
has the time to notice
how their wings gently clap
together, if they can see
the beauty that's outside, waiting.
1 comment:
This reminds me that there is much to observe and appreciate, given the pause and the focus. Thank you for sharing this; it is an exceptionally beautiful piece. I especially adore how the line breaks have rendered the following lines (which, separately, can stand alone):
hovers a moth, a blue
I wonder if there are blue
together, if they can see
Do write more. Cheers.
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