Small pond under the tree
dark, deep
filled with rainwater
and relief
One frog
only one
has made it home
Resting in the soupy duck ****
by a fallen branch
in muck of rotting leaves
Floating
Isolated
in quiet of the green
A queen
Does not call for mate
as if she knows
they are not listening
Having found the ones they need
...and so she
being so different
in her view
of on/off fireflies
by night
off
on
always
in their searching of July
Like days
...of goldfinches
with cursive flight
that sweep the day in loopy strokes
that mirror close their seeking song
Frog has found
...Peace
can be so precious
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
Small pond under the tree
dark, deep
filled with rainwater
and relief
One frog
only one
has made it home
Resting in the soupy duck ****
by a fallen branch
in muck of rotting leaves
Floating
Isolated
in quiet of the green
A queen
Does not call for mate
as if she knows
they are not listening
Having found the ones they need
...and so she
being so different
in her view
of on/off fireflies
by night
off
on
always
in their searching of July
Like days
...of goldfinches
with cursive flight
that sweep the day in loopy strokes
that mirror close their seeking song
Frog has found
...Peace
can be so precious