Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Faux Spring

Fire roars
in the hearth,
waxing gibbous moon
rises over a chilling
chorus of croaking frogs.

18 comments:

floots said...

gibbous has always been a favourite word of mine
were those frogs outside - or in your head :)

trinitystar said...

I have never heard the word gibbous before ... so I did look it up ... and one can imagine the roars of your fire and the beautiful sight of your gibbous moon.
Nice feel to this ... one for the armchair ... pulled up against the fire.
:o)

MB said...

Outdoor fireplace? You've juxtaposed some of my favorite things in this. Sometimes faux is nice. ;-)

Kai C. said...

u change ur color , nicee.

good poem

Bill said...

if winter comes
can spring be far behind—
well, far enough

Borut said...

Faux spring sounds just perfect. Like faux pas. My haiku come out of me, croaking, regardless of season, quite a mess. Can relate to that!:)

Joyce said...

Wow, I like the new colour of your blog. With this poem, I had to reach for the dictionary!

gautami tripathy said...

Spawning something unexplained....

polona said...

one of the few i didn't have to reach for the dictionary :)

love the images and the feeling they convey!

polona said...

oh, and love the new colour, too :)

NINANINA said...

I find the croaking of frogs to be comforting.... plenty of it here ona damp texas summer night!

Masago said...

Beautiful image. It's not something familiar here at this time of year but it's a reminder of warmer days ahead. :-)

bre said...

nice write.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

Sounds good to me -- it's 20 degrees here right now -- I think my feet are dead. I can see them, but I can't feel them. :)

pink ginger 珂琳 said...

nice poem, and it enhanced imagination.

Pat Paulk said...

Floots, they were definitely, I think, outside...maybe.

Trinitystar, I do love a roaring fire on cold nights!!

MB, I agree!! Sometimes...

Thanks Kai!!

Bill, I keep looking out my window, but I don't see the end of Winter's parade, yet.

Thanks Borut!!

Joyce, I'm lost without mine.

Gautami, never want to give a full explantion.

Thanks Polona!!

Nina, I felt like these little guys were actually singing their death song, as they popped out of hibernation in the middle of Winter. But, I did hear some yesterday so at least some survived.

Vaughn, only familiar here because of the unusually warm weather we had earlier this month.

Thanks Mandy!!

Andrew sounds like you need my fire.

Pink ginger, thank you. always glad to enhance!!

tongue in cheek said...

Croaking frogs or a roaring fire..those sounds bring up different emotions, though both are sounds I enjoy. Maybe frogs in the summer and fire in curing the cold nights.

gulnaz said...

warm and satisfying!!