Spring Come

Spring come

dress the bare bones

with your insinuation of green.


Frogs sing

mud thrones coolly await

your new queens.


Spring come

blush green the branches,

whisper promises of fruition.


Frogs and I

only witness, only sing

in spring falling

in spring and under

spring, thawing slowly.


Spring come

deliver your promise of fecundity.

Don’t leave the frogs and I



Author: jet197

A Spanish speaking elementary resource teacher, single mom with two grown kids and a pasión for the outdoors and books. I am a big curious question mark always pondering with a penchant for poetry.

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