Night Wings
Satin moonlight spills through the birch bark branches
accenting moths, that rise like small embers from grassy burrows
Soft-winged petals circle in small constellations
tethered in mid-air
These meadow angels, cluster in clouds like flowers
White silk wing-tips, gilded with August moonlight,
unfold nimbly, anxiously star-struck, seeking
solace in moonlight
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For Brian Strand's Contest: 243
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013
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