Frogs
A small collection of original poems about frogs — haiku, limericks, and free verse, gathered from the quiet edges of the pond.
Pond Morning
A still green mirror — the frog leaps and the ripple writes his small applause.
The Coach Frog
There once was a frog from Kanto who stretched every morning, bent low, with a squat and a leap, he'd land on his feet — a gymnast the lily pads know.
Tadpole's Promise
I am only a comma in the sentence of the pond, a tail, a question mark learning how to be an exclamation. One day I will wear four legs and the water will let me go.
Rain Call
The first warm rain falls — a hundred throats agree: spring has arrived.
The Diving Frog
A bold little frog from Osaka would dive from a leaf like a rock star, he tucked, he spun tight, stuck the landing just right, then ribboned the judges — a star.
Hibernate
Under the frozen skin of the lake I fold my heartbeat small, a green coin saved for spring, waiting for the thaw to spend me on sunlight and insects again.