The pollywog swims
To the edge of the basin;
Soon it shall have legs.
A bass leaps from pond,
But is not amphibian,
It lives in water.
The worm feeds on green
Foliage sprouting from soil,
Unaware of flight.
A drop of dew clings
On the underside of a
Leaf splayed like a hand.
A burgundy beam
Of sun burns the soldier ants;
The queen does not grieve.
Feet disturb some twigs;
The crackling sound rapports
All throughout the woods.
Silence gives a heed
To the bird which gathers
Brown straw for its nest.
The lilting song of
A loon rises through the murk;
A sliver of moon glows.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 5:20 PM UTC
The pollywog swims
To the edge of the basin;
Soon it shall have legs.
A bass leaps from pond,
But is not amphibian,
It lives in water.
The worm feeds on green
Foliage sprouting from soil,
Unaware of flight.
A drop of dew clings
On the underside of a
Leaf splayed like a hand.
A burgundy beam
Of sun burns the soldier ants;
The queen does not grieve.
Feet disturb some twigs;
The crackling sound rapports
All throughout the woods.
Silence gives a heed
To the bird which gathers
Brown straw for its nest.
The lilting song of
A loon rises through the murk;
A sliver of moon glows.
