Moths frozen to the bark
of hundreds of trees
thaw in the warmth of the day.

By nightfall,
crescent moonlight
shines on dust motes

crucified to wood.

Specks glimmer,
beginning to hatch-

lime-green luna moths
unfold

from wingdust eggs,

edging off of oaks,
enchanting

the night skies,

in search of sap
or cinnamon.

By lighted sliver
they feed

on sugars
and moonbeam
stopping only to freeze

nights later,
fluorescent

bodies,

dust to dusk,
whispering along,

to the soft soughing
of pines.