This evening, the frogs are singing
beneath a strange sky, indigo and rose,
and the air is balmy.
Sea-rolling to frog shanties and balmy
winds, evening falls to almost night, singing
low, blowing the dark blue scents of rose.
Here there be frog and rose
in indigo gardens, attar and musk, on balmy
nights when the heat is singing,
and the balmy sky bends down, sweet rose-singing.
12 thoughts on “This evening”
That sky is amazing!
I like this form, or how you do it. Here it’s almost like an incantation.
The sky looked really strange. Suddenly bright three hours or so after sunset.
Thank you 🙂 It started off as an unstructured poem but the repeats decided me to order it like this. Yes, it is like an incantation!
That’s so wild about the sky.
Not sure what it means…
Maybe just weather systems hitting at the same time.
Could be. Lots of wind from the south and 77°F today. No rain but might have storms. The weather is very unstable.
A mystery. And I love the idea of frog shanties. (K)
I always have the impression they’re listening for their audience, or maybe for the sound of the swell.
They do seem to be performing.
They’ve really appreciated this rain.