Port Albion, 1999Song of the frogs
in the fading light
soft fade the hills
in the falling night
God touching earth
with a gentle might
and all is beauty
within my sight
soft falls the light
on garden walls
a rose-hued mountain
as day's curtain falls
a froggy symphony
serenades the night sky
and grateful, grateful, grateful
I.
Beautiful, I can almost hear them~
ReplyDeleteYou should see the pics I took of this family of frogs living near my watering hose. The hose is there
flat screen Tv...I swear the sit staring at it...too funny!
For nine months he is invisible and every year come rains, a huge frog appears in the shrubbery in front of our home, almost as big as a football, and he sure has a deep bass staccato croak!
ReplyDeleteYesterday night I was sitting by my window, looking at the steady rain and halogen lit empty streets and there he was, more heard than seen!
You have a powerful imagery in your words, sherry blue
Oh I love all these frogs! I have never seen a big one like yours, Manikchand and Ellie, could you post a photo ofyour family of frogs watching the telly? Too funny! I live across the road from my sister who has a very small pond on her property. Each night, spring through fall, I stand on my porch and hear them croaking at the night sky. I do love them!
ReplyDeleteOh what a perfect poem, Sherry! I love it.
ReplyDeleteSherry, I haven't seen this kind of rhyming from you.You have penned it nicely.
ReplyDeletePamela
sweet sweet sweet! the ending fits this perfectly!! :)
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