or perhaps a hummingbird
I’m a moth
with aspirations
To Dine On Beauty
oh to hover in the flowers
and sip the sweetness
from every one
Four Of The Eight Spots
the forest warden
wears
orange epaulets
The Ascetic
a monk of a moth
in birch bark robes
prostrate in prayer
Free Spirit
alabaster moth
lights upon
blue aster
Luna Moth
goddess of the moon
glorious is your fleeting reign
Moth Magic
Fuzzy lemon drop
wings kissed by lavender
one pink leg steps forward