Fall About Color

"Fall About Color"
says the identifying sticker: "Colors to 
wow right now," its slogan, stuck in the midst 
of "Viola" blossoms, masses of furry white 
and purple faces, nestling in heart-shaped leaves; 
a few buds, all anticipation and longing, ready
to propel into bloom any minute now, Ready or Not 
in their bowl outside my door, more shade than 
sun for their fragility.  Water us, they synch,
and we'll reward you richly.  And so I do--
in to the kitchen for a drench from the sprayer
snake, where to my surprise, a small green 
frog leaps out from his homestead in the moist
black earth and the colorful roof that hides 
him.  He spreads out flat on the counter top
as frogs are prone to do, and when I coax 
his return to the pot, he jumps atop 
the kitchen clock and waits there, expectant 
until I catch him, carefully in a cloth, 
shake  him free outside my door.  I say to his
departing back, "I would never harm you,
because you're my baby."   He 
shadows me, he's been here before. 
He's been in evidence at a former residence.  
He's perched on a ledge of my screened-
in porch, placed himself perilously 
on a door-side vase.  He's 
signed my name on the sacred plane. 
He's my sign of signs, my medium
to the stars who is anything but small.
It's my call.  In my mind he's all
in his emerald incarnation.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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