in the pond, I saw
ribbons glistening with fragile
black polka dots of life
unspooled
as though a special present
was joyfully torn open
and the wrappings left
to fend for themselves
lovely elegant skeins
filled with the future
ink dotted children
black comma’ed offspring
creatures of water and air
neither fish nor fowl
born to one elemental force
alive in the gullied water
finding legs within
to leap to the essential element
air lunged full
in the oxygen sky
blue green
tree filled world
of moss, mud and marsh
tiny metamorphic saints of change
chanting in the afternoon rain
thecourseofourseasons
Observations from the Garden
thecourseofourseasons 
What a beautiiful poem! I do love the two last lines:
“tiny metamorphic saints of change
chanting in the afternoon rain”
Thanks for sharing such a nice poem!
Kind regards from France
FGM
What a lovely tribute – super 🙂
I like the word ‘unspooled’ … It has an uneven feel to it ….. Jane
Loving…tiny metamorphic saints of change..lovely poem!
Hmmm, my comment disappeared…..this is a wonderful description of a pond and I so love the closing two lines…….love the idea of small “saints of change chanting” in the rain……lovely.
A wonderful poem. And how I LOVE those two closing lines!!!!!!!!!!
You have captured this beautifully!
What an energetic transformation from small dots to frogs ~ I specially like this part:
tiny metamorphic saints of change
Lovely post Kathleen ~
As a child, I lived to look at tadpoles in ponds. Now, I am not sure where I could go and see them. I like how you used them as a symbol of rebirth.
I love frogs! used to have one as a pet… named him Froggy (creative, huh?)
smiles. Love the bright imagery… good day to read it – seems like spring weather is finally here to stay for awhile…
Oh I love the season of rebirth…when tadpoles hatch and then grow!! Your poem makes me feel so….springlike.
Oh I love the image of little frogs and tadpoles.. close to where we live there is a pond.. and each spring there are toads crossing the road for the pond.. they have to put up special signs of toadcrossing.. but many are killed anyway by passing cars..
and yes we have real toads in our garden….
Now that’s a novelty: frogs and tadpoles in our animal poems – they don’t feature all too often. There are some powerful images in there:
black polka dots of life
elegant skeins
filled with the future
finding legs within
to leap to the essential element
smiles….they are cool….we used to see the fish frogs and salamander eggs all the time at the pond out behind out house…new life waiting ot be born…was cool to see the process and watch them change….
Loving ‘elegant skeins’ and ‘metamorphic saints’..love the chanting of frogs!