Almonds

Love came as a Luna moth
a messenger for peace.

It perched on the painted window sill
in a milky green suit with almond eyespots.

Its oval avocado wings tapped
and spun the globed porch light

against a leaf and light-studded sky.
With a tiny rip in its wing

it was almost a prince with a broken leg
calling all goddesses for a healing

but it flew away easy as tissue paper
a scatter of small stones in my ear

and then I remembered your eyes
how I’ve always loved almonds.

—Donelle Dreese

 

BIO: Donelle Dreese is an Associate Professor of English at Northern Kentucky University. She is the author of three collections of poetry, Sophrosyne (Aldrich Press), A Wild Turn (Finishing Line), and Looking for A Sunday Afternoon (Pudding House). Donelle is also the author of a YA vignette novella Dragonflies in the Cowburbs (Anaphora Literary) and the novel Deep River Burning (WiDo Publishing). Her poetry and fiction have appeared in a wide variety of literary magazines and journals. Her website is www.donelledreese.com.