I am Earth

I am earth

laid,

                                  wanting

nourishment,

                                       found wanting

                                               after the drought

now fulfilled

relishing in

                        the deluge of rain

                                  creating bogs

in the garden

                            all the while

                                                     daffies smile

Sir Lawrence of Long Toes

 

 

One of the earliest frogs with a personality was named Sir Lawrence of Long Toes. He was a cutie, if frogs can be cute, with his white belly and extra long toes. He quickly made The Pond his home and I enjoyed his company.

Many a day I would find him sitting in the pot of ivy next to the bench. His head hung over the edge as I read passages from what I believe were a few of his fave books. Wind in the Willows and the Frog Prince, come to mind. 

  

He was never one to hop away when I was out and about. He sat calmly, watching me, waiting for the odd worm I would dig up that was tossed his way. Maybe that was the attraction. But whatever it was he has remained a fond memory of frogs I have known.

This First Day of Spring

Orion's Belt - Haiku

geese flying at night

captured by Orion's belt

land in a star field 

 

Frozen feathers - Haiku

during frigid temps

doves bathe in ice cold water

feathers frozen stiff

There's a story behind this, of course. The sump pump came on and I watched to make sure it was clear. I watched the water pour into the depression in the garden and saw doves had congregated. As the depth of water rose the doves jumped in for a bath. Mind you it was -15C and I as a watcher could only shudder.

They futtered about, rejoicing in fresh clean water to bathe in. Soon the flow from the hose ceased and I watched as they stood, searching and wandering why there was no more flowing water. Their posture was “what!, where did the water go!” as I laughed. It was one of those moments.