Outside My Window, Last Night of September
So quiet except for fall crickets hanging on
In the rectangle of black behind the screen
I hear the soft pattering of rain and lean over the sill
and see two moths, brown like faded leaves
beating forgotten wings against a night full of stars
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A breathtaking description of the beauty in a small moment – love it.
I notice you have tags for “crickets” and “moth”; are they frequent subjects? 🙂
Thank you! Regarding crickets and moths— they tend to be harbingers of the seasons, and they are also frequent visitors to my writing desk at night.
Very nice. Those two moths could be stand-ins for humanity.
Indeed they could, L. I’ve very much enjoyed your latest original work, as well as the weird synchronicity with Tu Mu.
Thanks, Jeff. I always look forward to reading our work as well.
Never forgotten, Jeff.
Thanks Ann.