Mid April fills Vernal Pools



Vernal Pool

From ice melt to mayflies
to frogs splashing
and whirligig beetles
that dance circles
foxglove stands sentry

you shine in dappled light
call life to you
call fireflies in the dusk
midwife spring into summer.

dried fern and maple conceals shallow
pool for remaining salamanders
crickets sing in cold nights
damp hidden spirit
rises to meet air and shadow.

Under shooting stars
in a sky that flings
diamonds this moonless night
you are bowl of soft white snow
empty and full
like my heart.


The cycle of the seasons fills the waiting vernal pools with snow melt and rain. There are two pools within sight and sound of my porch. On the Big Night, the first night of rain when the temperature is above freezing, the salamanders, filled with romance, hurry towards the waters.  They are closely followed by  spring peepers, wood frogs, and tree frogs. The wood has become noisy,  Soon  egg masses appear.  In my pools its wood frog and salamander egg masses, and I watch them carefully as they begin to hatch. From dragonfly and mosquito larvae, to new fauns splashing in for fun, life arrives.


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About elainereardon

Poet, writer, gardener, herbalist, beginner artist- pottery, painting—communing with Spirits of the Forest and Field, bumping into magic, peeking around new corners.
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