Ideas drifted
Algae on the pond
Casting shadows
Below while sunlight
Skipped off ripples above.
Elusive all day
Neither pole nor net
Snagged a word
Tonight’s poem
Will be meager fare.
Frogs croaked in trees
Snapping syllables
From the air
With their tongues,
I left bereft
Skies flamed red
Orange and yellow
The sun took its bow
The cupboard of my mind
Bare as I turned home.
In moon dark heavens
Tree frogs setting free
My hi-jacked words
Mating calls heralding
Hope that all is not lost.
© Rose Ann Penney
All rights reserved.
Algae on the pond
Casting shadows
Below while sunlight
Skipped off ripples above.
Elusive all day
Neither pole nor net
Snagged a word
Tonight’s poem
Will be meager fare.
Frogs croaked in trees
Snapping syllables
From the air
With their tongues,
I left bereft
Skies flamed red
Orange and yellow
The sun took its bow
The cupboard of my mind
Bare as I turned home.
In moon dark heavens
Tree frogs setting free
My hi-jacked words
Mating calls heralding
Hope that all is not lost.
© Rose Ann Penney
All rights reserved.