Thermoregulation In Winter Moths Poem by B H Fairchild

So entrenched in so many different directions, yet worded quite masterfully.... When I saw the word 'Thermoregulation' in the title I thought this might be some heady- brainy sort of writing that would require deep thought - scientific jargon to softly emasculate away my softer tones - my inner desire to envision beauty through poetry - finding that certain 'something' through emotion, not thought, that intense feeling of love and peace that our hearts desire intrinsically. Yet by the end of this poem I found only my heart touched, so incredibly and wonderfully so..... Very serene, and perfect choice for Poem of the day. Thank you poet, and poemhunter...

This is amazing. I'm glad I get to rid some of your stuff here. This is not soon to be forgotten.

I am left quietly stunned by this. The way it is constructed, leading the reader on to the awful, soft climax. superb.

This poem takes my breath away.