A frog is a gift from March. Its song is as slender as a frozen twig during which the ice melts off. Its mind is an olive green pushing against winter. I am learning to hear its voice under a frozen pond. I am also learning to find its song inside my own words, as if its life will soon return my life to me.
Clyde Kessler has been writing and publishing poems for more than fifty years, and during that time he has authored four books of poetry, most recently Fiddling at Midnight's Farmhouse.