his
flesh wrinkled from the cold,
devoid
of warmth and nourishment
enfolds
upon itself, dry and tight,
following
lines of his skeleton,
he
prepares for the deep sleep
yet
struggles to enjoy one last life
in the
sun this chilly autumn day.
great one!! to enjoy and every moment
ReplyDeleteAwwww.... Have a good winters sleep!
ReplyDeleteI know, sniff sniff, but I'm sure I'll see him in the spring.
DeleteHello Cheryl girl !
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem .. I adore frogs and have since I was a toddler .. when I was very ill at 3 or so I kept calling for my pet frog Alfred .. I love frog song .. combine that with crickets and I am in heaven !
I only wish we had a large enough garden for a pond to keep them .. fantastic picture !
Joy : )