Quietly I wait for the sun to rise.
Looking over my shoulder I see floating on a bed of leaves and twigs
A faint wisp of the pre-dawn fog
Chilling the last rays of a full moon.
Carefully I wipe away the icy mist
To reveal a sweet reminder of the simplicity of God's plan.
A frog is peeping at me through the layers of debris.
Without warning it suddenly explodes into the fog
And is gone.
I watch and wait.
The day begins to wane as the sun sinks into the horizon
Out of sight behind the layers of trees.
For the icy mist to be brushed aside.