I believe all the frogs that survived beaks and teeth and the long dry summer are now safely ensconced wherever it is frogs ensconce safely.  Here’s to hoping enough of them got laid that we’ll hear much about it next summer.

The Moon

Too soon the moon
reflects a dappled gleam
on clambered hump
of grumping green
declined on lily bed of
sparked genetic dream.
Too soon, too late,
or misdirected swoon?
Shallow noiseless wakes
of willow legs impugn
the creeping grumbling
belly of a patient loon.

               
               Oct. 2012