The Clearing

I. Luna Moth

A Luna moth hangs by its teeth or feet 
on the screen outside my cabin window. 
Funny, there’s been no moon 
and it’s broad daylight. 
I’ve never seen a Luna month. 
This one is a fairy queen, 
head of alabaster, lacewing crown, 
mantle of jade with the eyes of asps, 
a dancer’s body, toes suspended in air. 
Will she linger tonight when 
I turn on the cottage lamps? 
Will she pound and flutter at the door? 


II. Early Morning Ramble 

Crow in the morning. 
Maybe a red-eyed vireo, too. 
There are wet feet 
in the wet grass 
and a lady in nightgown 
is reading a book. 
A bee is already working the flowers. 
There is the smell 
of fresh coffee in the air. 
Last night’s Luna moth 
is gone.