Luna Moth

Luna Moth by Valerie Parente

Luna moth
come alive in the dark
nocturnal like the moon
at night, we embark.

Lime green
blend with the leaves
make me a home
out of willow trees.

Like phases
from waxing to waning
that cocoon chipped away
and who could blame it?

Spotted wings
like eyes watching
see through my soul
while you’re billowing.

Luna moth
you’ve become my art
I see myself in you
and the light you want.

– Valerie Parente (6-3-2021)