Poetry Moths

Early in the morning
I add to my collection
Bits of poems pinned down
Awaiting my reflection

They flutter around me
Clouds of many in the dark
But only a few remain
By dawn's illuminating spark

I try to watch where they hide
Say a rhyme so I'll remember
But I never collect them all
Most stubbornly refuse surrender

But those I do capture
I gather gently by their wings
Beautifully colored whispers
Of what the angels sing.