Amphibian Light Orchestra

Frog voices glittered,
rainbows thrown from crystal,
each voice a spectrum
of the scale,
shining out,
dancing around us,
glancing off leaves
as we approached the swamp.

We held hands and waited.
The first deep "thrum",
a cello string,
plucked by a toad,
added to the ocarinas.

Our ears were filled
with golden bursts -
percussion from the string section
lighting our way.

High in the maples,
treefrogs piped 
their tinwhistle descant -
blue pinpoint stars.

We lingered, watched and listened,
knowing the light orchestra would fade,
our way home to be lit only 
by the moon and porch lights.

Kathleen Hover
04-22-02