I don’t very often see frogs, they vanish under leaves, hide in deep
shadow, though I’ve seen the occasional little green tree frog, but the big
ones elude me …
SPEAKING TO THE RIVER
I have not forgotten
the frog that leapt
from the water’s throat
though I lost it
under springs
between stones and reeds
I heard its voice at dawn
and followed it
into pools and ripples
where mayflies die art by Kennedy Banning
under a flicking tongue
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Lovely scene, soon to be in the past when all gets colder.Have a good day !
Yes, and it’s cooling already, lovely rain (which frogs would love!).
You have a good day, too.