IMOGENE’S NOTEBOOK
What the Bullfrog Saw
A Poem
We imagined ourselves as saffron leaves
blown down from the stout sugar maple
that lives on the hill of tawny grass
where the sunlight takes an early morning walk,
and drifting down, we landed softly on rain puddles
and floated among sky and clouds
I was with you in those long days
and when you turned to me
your eyes held all the blue of the sky,
I swear you could dream mountains into being
and meadows where the stars alight
as the day fell away in folded light
We’d walk among the bright leaves
of the gold and crimson forest
where crows were pockets of night
nesting in the mulberry thicket
that hummed at the edge of autumn
Exploring new worlds of feeling,
when you took off running
I followed into sun-drenched glen
stopping breathless at the creek
the touch of your hand brought us together
as we kissed and lay on the grass
on the bank where the bullfrog plunked
and peered back at us in wonder
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