october moths

october moths

the moths overwhelm the sky this month

they dance about in their big little numbers 

searching for a light, although it swarms around

how strange they flock to the reflections rather than the source

simple mishaps shaping solemn misgivings

stamped up and around overhung leaves,

centering themselves among the green - 

something unusual in the strokes 

of memories I can recall.

it may be pervasive, but  

I do not miss the days of them hugging 

dark walls in far off corners 

they’ve latched on to each other, to me, 

suggesting they are just learning 

how to navigate movement, 

stuttering to take flight, 

taking the long way up and 

quick drops down,, 

reminiscent of young loves and lessons learned, 

a time before rife reasonings and calculated contacts.

they cling onto my cloth and i contemplate letting them stay,,

the cotton would unravel some day, 

little leads me to fend off the forthcoming. 

October’s been sunnier than usual, 

maybe the solar has sung to them, drawing them in. 

I’ve been rolling up sleeves to release a persistent heat,

so very uneasy to feel the gloom without a mirroring haze, 

and as I walk toward the end of this sinking month, 

I look to the tiny guides offering ways to wear the warmth

weathering away into an October in which they may just wilt