mosquitoes hover
lovers by the pond
frogs seize their prey
Croaking frogs
Tournesol is still tilling the soil dans un jardin; slowly planting a seed here and there, hoping to see poetry blossom...a labour of love. This blog will host short form poetry such as Haiku, Tanka, Tilus, Lanturne, Shadorma, Senryû...
A concert of frogs... a nice catch.
ReplyDeleteAnd sometimes a shadow is just a shadow. :)
I grew up by a river and heard those darn frogs compete with the crickets:)
DeleteThat second .... ahhhh!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jen, glad it touched you.:)
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