Rebirth

A gentle rain has fallen for much of the morning, but not to be discouraged,  my plans of cleaning around the pond stayed on track.

It always amazes me that despite the freezing water,  soon after Spring arrives, the sound of croaking, once again returns.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cold, wet leaves

Floating on moss-colored water

And the croaking of frogs -

Cracked bell-notes in the twilight.

 

~ The Pond, Amy Lowell