Last night, alone on the porch,
I swear I heard the deep-throated music of frogs
Keeping time with my heart
I remembered a long ago camping place by the river
Full of quiet for eons and memories for generations
The frogs sounded their song then too
Filling the night air with longing and comfort
It was magical and memorable
Me. Frogs. Night.
Communing with those who ever sat in that same spot
Contemplating the cosmos
Turning toward them now I began to smile
Oh! Cars driving by
I had mistaken a city noise
For a glimpse of grace
Add comment