So I was going to try for at least one post a month …….
A windy day today, 14th March, but mild and bright. Frogs are very busy in the ponds today so I thought I’d post a little poem, one of the very first I attempted (I’m a late starter where poetry’s concerned). It had been a very hard winter and the pond had been frozen for many days. We counted over 20 dead frogs – but some survived and lived to breed again.
The dormant pond lies white and thick with frost
so frogs below must dwell in mud and wait.
The ice-trapped air has spread its poison breath
and ghostly glass-blurred corpses float beneath
I place the bodies in their earthy grave.
The pond, as black as mountain lochans, lies
unchanged until the robin builds his nest
when jewelled spawn and hope returns once more.