Poems from GingerFrog
Silhouettes anchored to the wallI do not see movement,
still I stall
Big, black shapes grow even nearerPalm trees and monkeys are here.My...
I have a simple question to ask first to my mother,
when you look up at the stars, what do you see?
Do you think of yourself?
Just as I...
Things to see pass in a storm:
A bicycle rider,
One wicked witch,
4 large antelope,
5 dancing teacups,
Big purple elephant,
and 500...
The rain has come again, to grace sidewalks and streets and silicone handles on blue and green umbrellas,
Oh! How the rain has come...
Where do frogs go in the winter?
What do they do?
Do they huddle under covers like me and you?
Forgive me, you and I, a terrible mistake...