I remember when living in Queensland, Australia, that the frogs would be inside the plumbing and not just outside the 'Queenslander' house. It was a very comforting feeling. I did write a poem about them, but here's one as a tribute not only to cane toads but all toads too! :-)
*
the rhythm of rain
a toad sleeps deep
with her moon
Alan Summers
Publication Credit: Brass Bell: a haiku journal curated by Zee Zahava
Moon Haiku issue: Wednesday, October 1, 2014
I see you mentioned tree frogs in another comment. I still remember visiting Mission Beach rainforest, Queensland, at the dead of night, and a tree frog landed straight onto my biro ballpen that was in my shirt top pocket.
Life in Queensland was taken up by all sorts of frogs, and of course the amazing cane toads.
leaf wind
just enough frogs
to catch a pond
after Pliny the Elder; Ry?kan; and Bash?
Alan Summers
Living by the sea in Ireland, I never hear frogs, Victor, so can only imagine the moment you describe, but it is so well depicted I can almost feel it! :-)
February 5th, 2021 at 3:32 pm
Love this haiku. It does feel like that but I never ever thought of it the way you just described so beautifully.
Thanks, Victor.
February 5th, 2021 at 8:02 pm
Thank you MaryJo. The frogs (in my case, the tree frogs) will soon be with us again this spring! Vale, Victor
February 5th, 2021 at 4:32 pm
Very nice Victor. You’ve captured the entire sensation of that last moment of light!
February 5th, 2021 at 8:05 pm
A very special sensation, indeed! Thank you Peggy.
Vale, Victor
February 6th, 2021 at 2:46 pm
Now I want my body to echo with frog song . . . any tips? Live near a pond? Well done, Victor.
February 8th, 2021 at 3:05 pm
Near a pond or creek, John. I'm sure you will succeed!
Victor
February 7th, 2021 at 1:27 am
last light
my body echoes
with frog song
—VICTOR ORTIZ
I remember when living in Queensland, Australia, that the frogs would be inside the plumbing and not just outside the 'Queenslander' house. It was a very comforting feeling. I did write a poem about them, but here's one as a tribute not only to cane toads but all toads too! :-)
*
the rhythm of rain
a toad sleeps deep
with her moon
Alan Summers
Publication Credit: Brass Bell: a haiku journal curated by Zee Zahava
Moon Haiku issue: Wednesday, October 1, 2014
February 8th, 2021 at 3:03 pm
Very nice, Alan! Thank you for sharing!
Victor
February 9th, 2021 at 1:34 am
Victor,
I see you mentioned tree frogs in another comment. I still remember visiting Mission Beach rainforest, Queensland, at the dead of night, and a tree frog landed straight onto my biro ballpen that was in my shirt top pocket.
Life in Queensland was taken up by all sorts of frogs, and of course the amazing cane toads.
leaf wind
just enough frogs
to catch a pond
after Pliny the Elder; Ry?kan; and Bash?
Alan Summers
Samobor Haiku Meeting 25th anniversary anthology (Croatia, 2017)
February 7th, 2021 at 7:25 am
first stars—
along the river road
choirs of peepers
KLP
February 8th, 2021 at 3:10 pm
Thank you Kathe for sharing! When they in sing in chorus, the peepers do sound numberless.
Vale!
Victor
February 7th, 2021 at 5:13 pm
This is a great description of it. Nice!
February 8th, 2021 at 3:08 pm
Thank you, Seren!
Victor
February 9th, 2021 at 1:58 pm
Victor, a wonderful end of day haiku.
February 10th, 2021 at 3:43 pm
Thanks, Greg! It is an amazing way to end a spring day, with the tree frogs singing in the creek at the back of our house. Lucky us!
Vale,
Victor
February 14th, 2021 at 2:47 am
Living by the sea in Ireland, I never hear frogs, Victor, so can only imagine the moment you describe, but it is so well depicted I can almost feel it! :-)
marion
March 5th, 2021 at 5:15 am
excellent