Loop Frog
In the pond again,
Maybe one day things will change
My green bellied friend.
Peace: A Collection
Between the leaves green,
A butterfly dances so,
And rests upon one.
The dragonflies mate
Scales of blue, blur of their wings
A partner at last.
Progress is slow for
One with a shell to hide in,
But, content is he.
Blades sway back and forth,
The breeze flows and lies them down;
Grass so soft and low.











