Bless the Frog

Dreams awakened
by a frog on the forehead
have a whole different flavor
Than musings fraught
with idle moment’s fancies
or even whirring wheels
of worry’s wiles
Bless the frog
Don’t throw him across the room

Peace Eternal

Through the twittering green
the sky flickers turquoise
Lying back, feet rise
and the whispering silence
sneaks up suddenly
cradled by the close support
Floating, floating
in a peace eternal
Into an eddy
where the frogs emerge
onto wild shore

Part Of

One day,
Frog discovered
As he was more willing
To open to others
The “ribbit” concerts
Grew more beautiful
And he felt fuller
And more part of…