14 June 2026 (forest gloaming)
Kristen Lindquist
forest gloaming . . .
a host of white moths
rises on thrushsong
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Filtering by Tag: moths
forest gloaming . . .
a host of white moths
rises on thrushsong
cloying heat
the first caterpillar tents
appear on the cherry
cirrus clouds . . .
the lawn mower scares up
a white plume moth
dreaming about
primroses and their moths
summer dark
bergamot
a hummingbird chases off
a hummingbird moth
i say one thing
but you hear another
hummingbird moth
winter moths
under the porch light
I air-hug my parents
hay-scented ferns
a host of white moths
rising as we pass
winter moths
the dark secret
you couldn’t keep
cruising back roads
the quick bright lives
of moths in headlights