for Thursday Poetry Rally http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/09/22/thursday-poets-rally-week-29-sept-23-29/
This is a poem from last year, a quasi sonnet:
Moth whispers brush the bedside lamp.
Summer’s here, with nightly fear
of fluttering, biting, stinging things.
Tossing, turning, sweating, burning
from daily overdose of sun.
Moth-wings tapping at lighted windows,
starlit nights with yearning filled.
Through winter’s dark she’d longed for summer,
sleeveless frocks and sun-browned limbs.
Freedom, lightness, like the moth-wings
flicker in untroubled youth.
Crept October soon upon her,
dreaming of Eros by frosty sky.
Autumn chill, and moth-wings still.