A Personal Challenge Poem

Missing the spiritual bald yew tree;
was it just a screwy dream?

He opened his back door hoping to see
the full moon rising above the rooftops.

But all he could see was a blue sky,
seething with blackness and stars.
The silence was interrupted by
the croaking tongues of hordes
of murmurous frogs.

The frogs, wearing garments
of mottled green, had appeared
on this night after a day of rain.

It was then that he realized he was
treading near the edge of the wild
ahead, dimly lighted by a few candles.

There was no moon tonight. 
White knuckle fright beset him,
ever he was afraid of frogs, in the dark. 
Oh could he safely reach that back door,
his defender of sanity, once again?

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Photo and Poem  Copyright © 2013 and 2014 Jimmiehov. All Rights Reserved

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I'm linked today with the Real Toads, The Personal Challenge
 

At the "Toads", Brenden challenged poem writers to use at least five of the words listed below.  I used all but three in my little ditty for today. (I did use the other three in my title.)
 

The picture is one I took showing the outside of our airplane window, pitch black, when we were crossing the International Date Line.  No moon that night either, just 'the line' out there in the dark which no one could see (link to a previous post).

The list: (I've used the one marked with "**", the three marked "^^" I put into my title)
knuckle **
tongues **
candles **
wild **
murmurous **
silence **
yew ^^
garments **
blackness **
spirituous ^^
bald ^^
door **
moon **
blue **