The Moth by Banks Miller
Pale green wings dance in the late afternoon, as the western sky grows rich with the gold and carnelian of approaching sunset, and the shadows of pine trees lengthen. A stream murmurs softly as the moth crosses it and disappears into the woods beyond.
the flying luna moth –
a soft whisper borne on wings
green as the new leaves
Banks Miller has been writing poetry from an early age, but only began submitting it for publication in 2008. Banks graduated from Texas A&M University with a Biology degree in 2011 and now works in the technical writing field. He has had poetry published in Star*Line, Inkscrawl, The Fifth Di…, Illumen, and Scifaikuest.