Clouds poetry

The f r o g

A small frog sits in a tear drop of rain water

On a avocado tree outside my window from clouds

sorrows It's as small as a jelly bean I wonder if it looks

At life and thinks when will I leap into something

Greater, bigger —

Now gone disappear

I look up at the sky a lost hunter searching

For something that's beyond my reach, my eyes

A quarter in the wishing well falling into the palms

of rockbottom well I don't think that'll

Be enough to fill up the missing jars inside my soul

A star drop miracle maybe, for a pirate a chest of

Gold.

-ashes poetry