Thru the mist I walked alone
Icy tendrils brushed past
searching for warmth
There is none this morn
Nocturnal creatures flying home
before dawns light
Swoosh about one in their land
Footsteps heard by no one
follow a well worn path
Down streets vacant of life
Full Thunder Moon
provides a beacon to the traveler
Thru the mist walking alone
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Thank you to Elise
Like your favorite flooded cave, your kindness is deep. You have a strong work ethic and are not afraid to hop to it to get the job done. Far from a flaky frog, you don’t jump to conclusions. Ever since you were a tadpole, you’ve been easygoing and likeable and are a good leader without being mossy, so other frogs lean on you without knowing it. Thanks to Michelle at Rambling Woods :)
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- cheryl
- I ponder, literally and visually from the Pond in eastern Ontario, Canada
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What Frog Are You
Like your favorite flooded cave, your kindness is deep. You have a strong work ethic and are not afraid to hop to it to get the job done. Far from a flaky frog, you don’t jump to conclusions. Ever since you were a tadpole, you’ve been easygoing and likeable and are a good leader without being mossy, so other frogs lean on you without knowing it. Thanks to Michelle at Rambling Woods :)
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Ponderings From The Pond are from this mind. Photos are views from my lenses unless noted. I retain copyright on my words and my photos and may not be replicated elsewhere without prior written permission. Ponderings from prompts are acknowledged.
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