memories awaiting Spring
amphibian frozen in mud at the bottom, cat-tailed pond, silence, waiting for Spring…
tongue finally thaws, frees nerve endings from ice-locked defense….
breaking surface, flavors recalled, green memories smile as it croaks to sing:
“your kisses were earthy as rutabaga, alive with mystery, so new to me, timeless as death and rebirth.”
~ Wry Welwood
late twentieth century
re-edited 24th of July 2021
submitted in response to J.D. Harms’ Saturday Scrittura prompt of 24th of July 2021.
Thanks to Jessica Lee McMillan.