
“The Red House” by Judith Donaghy
the smallest of frogs
keep evening large and alive
we sleep soundly
“The Red House” by Judith Donaghy
the smallest of frogs
keep evening large and alive
we sleep soundly
“Echinops & Peepers #2” by Natalie Wargin
tiny frogs of the moon
gather in dusk-song
alive vernal marshes
give trilling crescendos
of amorous urgency
audible clusters of
sparkling bell sounds
lifted on silvery air
rising up through the
chaperone shadows
of trees keeping watch
over choirs of boys
pitching high chorus calls
to expectant young girls
in a seasonal ritual
broader more common
than any embraced
by one species and
older than time
From my book Small Noise
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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