POM: April 17
Moon moths. Couldn’t resist. Or is that the moon looks like a moth?
Moth Moon by Florence Ripley Mastin
Moth Moon, a-flutter in the lilac tree,
With pollen of the white stars on thy wings,
Oh! would I shared thy flight, thy fantasy,
The aimless beauty of thy brightenings!
A worker, wed to Purpose and Things,
Earth-worn I turn from Day’s sufficiency.
One lethéd hour that duty never brings,
Oh! one dim hour to drift, Moth Moon, with thee!
I would love to be added to your Book Booster list!
It shall happen! Look for the update next month. Welcome aboard.
Oh, those lethéd hours feel like foreeeever.
I wonder if he meant lethargy…
I really liked this photograph and your finding this butterfly poem.
Thanks! I was happy with the finding of it and how it matched so well.