Softly, mostly

Softly, mostly,

a moth's wings

beating against closed palms,

comes the flutter

Too new to name

Inchoate emotion

We must wait,

see what blooms

Coax with quiet,

hope

Sometimes,

weakness is winnowed

Dies before it is born,

breath stolen by a ghost

or a doubt

But sometimes,

a bud

catches the light of a thousand sunrises,

 blossoms with joy

Sometimes,

a gentle awakening,

the footfall of fairies

dancing on ivory keys.

submitted for The Mag, Mag 205 
and for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Kerry Says Find Your Creative Space