Summer Pond

September 25, 2017
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Across the pond
A frog leaps from
The rusty, wooden dock
As the last icicle melts under
The humid breath of spring
And the last maple leaf turns vibrant red.
The frog gently slices into
The crystal blue water, head first;
The final droplet splashes on the soft brown dirt
And the trees blossom into fiery red
The start of summer

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