Produced by Dennis Camire
This week’s poem is by Sheila Wellehan of Cape Elizabeth. The poem originally appeared in the “Aurorean.”
Winter Moths
By Sheila Wellehan
They flock to me at dusk,
drawn to my headlamp.
The winter moths
enshroud me
in soft platinum cloth.
It’s long past the hard frost.
Ice glosses every pond,
all the moss.
Invasive moths mock the season
with their frenetic gothic waltz.
Next spring I’ll see
this strange beauty’s cost,
as their offspring maul leaves
bottom to top – this stand of old oaks
their ideal food trough.
Tonight I forget future sorrow and loss,
float in dreams I’d locked up or tossed,
as they caress both my shoulders,
muss my hair,
kiss my mouth.
Winter moths sweetly swarm me –
I’m a hostage of soft.
Dennis Camire can be reached at dcamire@cmcc.edu
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