Rite of spring

This entry is part 64 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses


In small, murky ponds
that appear each spring
along the ridge crest,

dozens of wood frogs
float through the reflected treetops,
lust blatting from each fat throat.

Get too close and the show stops.
Another step and they vanish
into strings of bubbles.

See Rachel’s blog post (which includes a video of the wood frogs in one of the vernal ponds): “Monday is herp day.”

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