Winter Frog Companion

Invisible down there
amid a potted forest
of plump aloe leaves
the tiny peeper sleeps
she supposes
week after winter week
rousing every now and again
to sing I am here
do you hear?
I am here
still 

“hello my dear
teacher of patience”
replies the Widow Wyile
“hear you I do
glad you are still here” 

Are You My Mother?
perhaps my spouse
or why exactly
did you come to be
in my house this winter
she wonders
grateful for the favour
of enduring frog company
living spirit medicine
marvel   mystery   and song
as stars and planets align
cosmic energies swirl and surge
the world and consciousness shift
healing and transformation proceed
amid seeming chaos 

indeed
what a time this is 

resounding yet unseen
frog medicine emanates
from a succulent forest of green 

spring approaches daily
as weeks whisk by 

the sky lightens morning and night
the sap commences running 

one day soon enough
the sporadic winter peeping
insistent and inquisitive
will join a greater chorus
under trees and sky 

further creative wonders
will surely abound
as the Widow Wyile
and her unseen frog companion
jump to it