One-Winged Moth

One-Winged Moth

I nearly sit on the yellow moth speckled with gray that rests on the patio chair. Sadly, it crawls across the metal, wobbling with its single wing.   Up close I see the dark spot where the second wing once hung.   Oh you poor flightless soul. No longer will...

An Invitation to Fly

  That challenge you face today with your mate or employer, your bank account or health, it is an egg.   It’s not just part of an omelet, though, or a scramble with onions and peppers.   It is more like a finch or hummingbird egg. One day the chick will...