A mottle-winged moth flops like a fish across the floor. A mosquito tries to drill through denim, her hind-most legs like levers going up.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Tag Archives: moths
The corpse of a moth flaps upside-down...
The corpse of a moth flaps upside-down against the column. Beyond the springhouse, a broken branch dangles—the leaves’ pale undersides.
Also tagged black locust, springhouse
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Like a maple key out of season, but...
Like a maple key out of season, but far lighter, it spirals ever so slowly down onto the porch floor: a small white moth’s hind wing.
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Another dark morning. The wood pewee...
Another dark morning. The wood pewee makes a rare visit to the edge of the yard, sings one, sad note, and snaps a brown moth out of the air.
The lilacs are fading fast. Where did...
The lilacs are fading fast. Where did the spring go? A hummingbird moth pays court to the dame’s-rockets—the new avatars of purple scent.
Also tagged dame's-rocket, hummingbird sphinx moth, lilac
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Sunrise. A white moth and a white…
Sunrise. A white moth and a white butterfly flit between the cherry blossoms, and at the edge of the woods, the shadblow is in full bloom.
Also tagged sunrise
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5:00 am; the stars are bright….
5:00 am; the stars are bright. Orion straddles the ridge, and as I watch, a meteor streaks from his belt. A small, dark moth circles my face.
Also tagged Orion
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A catbird solos in the half-light while...
A catbird solos in the half-light while wood thrushes trade lines. Small white moths visit the dame’s-rocket. Today, a funeral and a picnic.
Also tagged catbird, dame's-rocket, wood thrush
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