Froggy muse comes wandering
Bright as green and song.
Wild as sky, that roving eye,
and grandly blossoming
with narcotise of spring.

It’s April when love leads its own
toward your verdant pond
where water teams with
wriggling streams, beyond
all sense of mind.

Where hugely ****** Nature
gives herself to earth, and you,
my slippery impress wriggle
through my grasp to
some delightful nowhere
of carefree ecstasy.

My passion’s satisfaction
disappears like you
beneath a murky surface
where poetry once grew.