i like june's angle

i like june's
angle of the sun
daily rising more
from the north

how the new morning's
butter yellow sparkles
and swinging shadows
cause reflections worth watching on the wall

the sun has to come through
on light wind
moving the arms
of a river birch

your way

look  where you want,

keep an attentive eye,  

dally where you may.

along your way make important

what you will;

enjoy the colors,

smell the scents,

as wind blows,

as life runs on ahead

don't let it get away,

keep up with it.

caught

caught a frog on the fence

just the first rung

he was looking for a way -

he was on his way.

i approached easily and carried him back to the pond.

though the month is right for him to leave,

it was dry out there, rough brush to cross;

he can go safer when it rains.  that night it did and he did.

he was as limp as a warm, fish filet as i gently held im,

like jello in a thin, pliable, plastic bag.  he knew it was me.

no fight or resistance when i carried him back to the pond.

i've watched for years, but never expected frogs to be so soft.