If the earth could spell tonight,
I know the word that she would write
for I have felt it in the wind—
the dampness staying like a friend.
In lonely highways—dark and stilled,
spread out like pages to be filled—
the little frogs come hopping through.
I think that they can feel it too—
the very word I have to write,
caught in nature’s spell tonight.

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