Susurrus

Frogs chirp in rounds in the muck
of what’s left of April’s farm pond.

20 years ago, a rancher pulled a calf
out of the hole in its ice
with rope, plywood and a pickup.

I open windows at bedtime to listen.

2015

2 Responses to “Susurrus”

  1. eduardo says:

    Is “April’s” referring to the month, or a person. I like that it could be either/both. (Such is the stuff of poetry.)

    Frogs singing in rounds. Love this image.

    What is the whispering that remains: the one you go to sleep by—frog chorus or rescued calf?

    • wordweed says:

      I fall asleep in my collective recollections of the pond…the new chorus, the memory shared of the rescued calf by a past tenant whose family lived here for generations…

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