Pond Night and Chorale

Good Christ

They’re loud, the frogs,
Basso profundo, they set up

A mighty warfare 

At the pond tonight, and 

All the little minions
Too, chiming in,

Brave alto warblings,

Such life everywhere around

Right here, bit of balance,

Eyes close to violet swoon, tho,

Lavender petunias, lifting off into
This sponge-painted sky.