I found her standing in the woods,
As fresh as April showers,
A lovely pastel maiden fair,
Ensconced among the flowers.
I asked her where she made her home
And why her lovely sheen,
“I dwell among the frogs, “ she said,
“and that is why I’m green.”
Her fingers touched the rainbow shade
That balanced on a post
She shyly turned it all about
Like some delighted ghost.
She stood so rapt in thought that I
Did question, then, my eyes.
I dropped my rake to stare at her-
Her gaze was on the skies.
I held my breath. I dared not touch.
Such beauty cannot be-
When suddenly she disappeared-
I scanned the nearest tree-
And saw her not—she’d floated off
To some enchanted land
Where frogs and ladies live and dance
To some unearthly band.
Her wraith-like form had left my life,
I felt depressed and lone,
My heart had reached without success
For what I’d never own.
I cannot soon forget that day
I spied those greenish togs,
And wish that I had gone with her
To dance among the frogs.
© Terry Lerdall Fitterer and Kay Brooks, 2014