Monday, December 16, 2013

Froglets (Poem 258)

The day is young 
and sweet, the song 
as yet unsung
gather all your truths
and dreams you've spread 
out in the sun 

Lie on the cooling grass 
and name the blue above   
Allow the fresh-born froglets 
to tell you mysteries 
of love    pure as a silver bell 
their chorus 
swells in every key 

Remember each 
bright secret and    please
write them down 
for me.

 (c) 2013, by Hannah Six