Two am
The white moon rises
into the embrace
of luminescent gumtrees
Smooth fleshed and supple limbed
it is netted but not caught
sailing free through an indigo sea.
My candle kisses its reflection
music plays in another room
there is peace here,
and the smell of freedom on the cool wind
Outside, rainmoths have risen from their cocoons
to beat the silvery air with wings of dust
and cling to walls and trees
shivering away from the cruelty of children and cats
Trusting their huge soft bodies to us
these fragile angels of December
Reminding us that life is brief
reminding us to be kind.
The white moon rises
into the embrace
of luminescent gumtrees
Smooth fleshed and supple limbed
it is netted but not caught
sailing free through an indigo sea.
My candle kisses its reflection
music plays in another room
there is peace here,
and the smell of freedom on the cool wind
Outside, rainmoths have risen from their cocoons
to beat the silvery air with wings of dust
and cling to walls and trees
shivering away from the cruelty of children and cats
Trusting their huge soft bodies to us
these fragile angels of December
Reminding us that life is brief
reminding us to be kind.
Sarah K Reece 
Thankyou Carolyn, I've always loved and tried to protect the rain moths, they're so painfully vulnerable. And a perfect metaphor.
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Kindness to the fragile creatures who share their ever so brief lives with us. What a lovely, gentle poem. Thank you for sharing.
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