A tiny bright green frog
ringed by a collar of
golden light, sits peacefully
on the forest floor, ferns
move slightly in the soft
current of air, succulent
plumes shimmer, silver
droplets sprinkle down.
The frog lands on the ferns
delicate surface, stem bends
acting as a tense spring-board
for the frogs next mighty
leap.
Poem by Max Sloan, written in the Walbran Valley August 91. Photo of a Pacific Tree Frog.Thanks Max, wishing you could of made the Reunion.
