The Season

Full ponds and warm weather
A sure sign that it’s spring
Making the frogs hop and sing

‘Tis the season for their song
Their serenade lasts for hours and hours
Invading my sleep, making it sour

How do I request an owl fly over
Just a need a little silence
Before throwing shoes over the fence

I considered retaliation
Singing before dawn on the pond banks
Disturbing the frogs in the tanks

My neighbors might take offence
Feed me to the frogs, claiming self defense
Turn up their air conditioner and sleep soundly

Stupid frogs

A pond full of water

I know you are in there. I can hear you.

NaPoWriMo 2014 Day 23

Memory Tree

My memories are housed in a backlit tree
A few branches almost as bright as day
Details dangle on the leaves and
Murmur in the background

The tree shrinks some memories so small
Its trunk conceals them in its woody crevices
Where no light reaches

The farthest twigs hold on to my distant past
Out of my reach, forever

A backlit tree at night

Tree full of memories

NaPoWriMo Day 15