Frogs and Wrinkles

I spent some time at the Ozarks this weekend. Two poems happened. 

The warm evening air
Gently carries the song
Of a hundred happy frogs
Over the water.

The people are out too,
Talking to each other on their porches.
Their voices different
But they sing the same tune.


And this little haiku:


Time presses wrinkles

Earned remnants of smiles or frowns

Thumbprint of a soul

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