For a Dead Moth in Winter

Poetry Friday! Yea! It's hosted today by Anasta- sia's Poet Poe t. You may find a poem to say... ...that's enough rhyming, okay? Here's my poem with a little video clip - I'm sure the clip will be here. Ahhh. There we go! For a Dead Moth in Winter On a summer’s night I saw you fluttering - Fluttering to meet my kitchen light. In the morning light I saw you resting - Resting from your midnight flight In the autumn’s blight I saw you struggling - Struggling in a silky plight. In dead winter’s bright I see you fluttering - Fluttering as a tree strung kite. ©Donna JT Smith 2/28/2014