Sonnet: ‘Cabbage Moth’

“Cabbage Moth”

Recently spotted several cabbage moths fluttering around the backyard garden and jotted down a line or two which eventually turned into this sonnet. The proper name is Small White, but I prefer the North American name, Cabbage Moth, even though technically it’s a butterfly and not a moth ( there is an actual moth called a Cabbage Moth. ) I happened to have taken a photo of one several years ago and used it to illustrate the sonnet:

             CABBAGE MOTH
Above the quiet, sunlit meadow,
A cabbage moth floats with wings a-flutter,
Without a single care to crease its brow;
No complaint of summer’s heat does it utter.
Of the seeking bird or spider’s snare,
Of the ever-ticking clock of its mortality,
It goes about completely unaware.
Untouched by greed or envy – such human frailty,
Not a single worry given to the morrow,
No effort spent on petty strife,
Not a single tear shed in sorrow,
No thought wasted on the brevity of life.
     Free of all burdens that upon the heart do weigh,
     Fully living in each moment – a lifetime in a single day.

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( © Poeticmeditations, 2012. All rights reserved. )


About poeticmeditations

A 19th-century romantic poet living in the 21st-century. The Romantic poets, nib pens, candlelight, waistcoats, and pocket watches are a few of my favorite things.
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