In the tall wet grasses
Beside the muddy trail
A single frog is singing softly
Perhaps just now finding its voice
After a parched summer
And preparing to audition for a spot
In the amphibian a cappella chorus
That will be performing here soon.
Or perhaps it sings
For the same reason that I do today
Hiking all around this marshland sanctuary
Humming quiet little doxologies
In praise of the rain.
By Buff Whitman-Bradley
The Laguna Wetlands Preserve is in Northern California
Buff Whitman-Bradley’s poetry has appeared in many print and online journals, including Atlanta Review, Bryant Literary Review, Concho River Review, Crannog, december, Front Range Review, Hawai’i Review, Pinyon, Rockhurst Review, Solstice, Third Wednesday, Watershed Review,/and others. He has published several collections of poems, most recently, To Get Our Bearings in this Wheeling World. His interviews with soldiers who refused to fight in Iraq and Afghanistan became the book About Face: Military Resisters Turn Against War. He lives in Northern California with his wife Cynthia.
Photo of Pacific Tree Frog by davidgn