It is Springtime
when the sparkle of sun
lights up
the stage
where the frogs
commence glorious practice.
I stand unknown to their singing.
I would sing myself. But they are baritones!
My soprano is mute.
Deep and in tune with the day
they cannot be out of tune
while Mother Nature smiles approvingly.
This is lovely, Christine. It evokes just what I need at this moment. I love “I stand unknown to their singing. I would sing myself….”
Thank you for your comment, Susan.