A Call to Green

This is a bit of an experiment. I heard the frog chorus or orchestra as I seemed to call it, and went out in the night with my camera on movie mode, in hopes of recording it to go with my poem, "A Call to Green". It seems to take some loading time...would appreciate knowing if it works for you or not.



The call came through last night, the call to green.
It may have throbbed at first from cattail bog,
perhaps a throaty gurgling sound, a frog,
from deep within, a heartbeat called, unseen.

A silence in transition hushed the air
as crinolines of white revealed their charms
and verdant sleeves slipped over waiting arms ~
a change of dress for springtime’s next affair.

As dawn approached a chorus met her ears.
Excitement rustled youthfully with breeze,
while conifers stood proudly, quite at ease,
displaying tufts of growth like tiny spears.

The call came through last night, the call to green,
from deep within, a heartbeat called, unseen.