Florence Ripley Mastin
Moth Moon, a-flutter in the lilac tree,
With pollen of the white stars on thy wings,
Oh! would I shared thy flight, thy fantasy,
The aimless beauty of thy brightenings!
A worker, wed to Purpose and Things,
Earth-worn I turn from Day’s sufficiency.
One lethéd hour that duty never brings,
Oh! one dim hour to drift, Moth Moon, with thee!
About the moth
The picture shows a Luna Moth shortly after it has climbed out of its pupa case. It was taken in early spring, after the moth’s awoke from diapause – winter hibernation. I was lucky to catch it at the time.