Amplexus Chorus

The frogs are screaming with a
roar that’s no hint
this weather is more of
a summer day, gold
and humid. I’m looking for where
spring escaped to. The
quiet cool night when the moon
bends your will.
The still damp air only to be
light lace seen through
a windshield, a window, the
wind dressed in flocking
and spring crossing lines like clouds.
The frogs’ amplexus chorus
bellowing the reminder. A
thought like a brief star
skitters through or
lingers for a moment or two.
Here I see the new leaf.
There I count an ancient sound
even as spring is soft,
even as it is too early and
although it is too dry, not wet
enough and
it tries to keep me hushed
while I should ponder climate change and
the ending of the world but, Oh!
the frogs and the
geese and the willows crying.
They lead me to my want,
for some unknown reason
they remind me
of you.

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Victoria Fritz
Victoria Fritz has been a logophile for all of her life. Her love of words evolved into a love of writing poetry in the last two years. Never having been a poetry reader (until now!), Victoria finds writing in poetic form a natural way to process and express her inner workings and is hopeful that some of what she writes resonates with others. If you enjoy her work, you can check her out on Instagram. Victoria tries to post daily, but also tries to be gentle with herself when that doesn't happen. Some days she is kinder to herself than others, but with inspiration from Kind Over Matter it's getting easier.

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