A palm tree near the pond, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona

Frogs, as I pass by your pond,
show me your beauty.
Come out of the mud.
Taste the clear night air.
Pretend to be stars or moonlight!
Sing to the flashing planets,
sing with your flickering tongues,
sing a song of sixpence,
fill your lungs with spring!


Poem © 2018 and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Posted on February 4, 2018, in poetry, Poetry Pantry, Poets United, Shadow Shot Sunday 2, Sunday's Whirligig and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 22 Comments.

  1. Thanks for sharing your Spring calling. Have a nice Sunday

    much love…

  2. This reminds me of my childhood when we collected the frog spawn from the pond, took it home and kept it and watched as the tadpoles emerged and then weeks later took the near frog babies back home to overpopulate the pond never realising how much food we had created for all the predators.

  3. Ooh this is absolutely exquisite!💞

  4. Lisa at Greenbow

    What a gorgeous photo. Your words make me wonder what kind of frogs you have in the desert. They must be tough little fellows and fellowettes. I love that time in the spring when the peepers begin their song and the chorus frogs join in. They seem to announce that all is well in the world, life is happening.

  5. Your poem makes me yearn for the sound of frogs and for SPRING!! It cannot come soon enough – ever.

  6. I love this… it makes me yearn for that (or any) sound of spring… it will come… and I have just noted that days are longer each day.

  7. There is something comforting about the sound of frogs. I love them. They are the sound of summer.

  8. lovely words to accompany your photo! Our frogs are out already as our spring is unseasonably early- very worrisome. We should be still having snow until April.

  9. They can sing! Just as you described.

  10. I adore frogs and the images you have created!


    Lovely. I never thought about frogs like that!

  12. Always enjoyed the frogs that lived in my backyard water garden. Song of spring for sure.

  13. I’ll join your joyous call.

  14. I love this so much – the springy-ness of it! The life! I love hearing those first frog-songs in early spring.

  15. Do tell me that the frogs sang and you danced their song! I love this spring chant. And not just because frogs are one of my favorite beings in the world. 🙂

  16. “Sing to the flashing planets,
    sing with your flickering tongues”

    Excellent piece.

  17. Oh, how well you capture our yearning for those first signs of Spring. Love the photo and your words. I love frogs too.

  18. Haha… I have no idea how to make a melodic spring croak w/o getting arrested.
    Thanks for the wonderful visit.

  19. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    What a joy to read! (And all your photos are wonderful; I sometimes forget to say so.)

  20. A happy poem that makes me miss the sound of the tree frogs’ symphony every night in Portland.

  21. kaykuala

    One often feels the frogs are not singing the way they did before. How sophisticated they are now.They don’t croak anymore!


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