Frogs In Their Pools Singing At Night (War Time)

Number 2 of 4 in a series based on the poem “There Will Come Soft Rains (War Time)” by Sara Teasedale.

11"x11"
Painted with graphite on cotton paper
Original, signed
Ships flat in a rigid kraft mailer

"There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone."