All must be well with my world
for the tree frogs sing.
Soothe me to sweet slumber
with your chorus of thunder
in a world intent on bereft.
Piping a pause, such courage
amidst carnage, amidst the death
throes of doom. Recital winds down,
dwindling to meld into dark density of night.
Buzz, and alight to water’s edge,
unwavering, and true to key,
pitch perfect, naturally.
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Susan R. Morritt is a writer, visual artist and musician from Ontario. Her work appears in numerous journals including 34 Orchard Journal, Does It Have Pockets, The Speckled Trout Review, Songs of Eretz Poetry Review, Pulsebeat Poetry Journal, Bronze Bird Books Love Anthology, and Pictura Journal. Susan is a former racehorse trainer who earned her Diploma in Creative Writing and Fundamentals of Journalism while working full time with livestock.
