Spring Peepers

The earth has reached up
and swallowed the last
of the snow of winter.

Gone for two weeks.

A lull in life
became
dusty brown and
dried like
the leaves lying
all around on
the ground.

We waited.

Peepers slowly
began their song
on the southern lake;

a few the
first day,
but no more.

Our longing for
the full-echo sound
of peepers almost
shouting

all around our heads

brought them out;
slowly,
slowly,
gently.

And then it
happened.

Their song
has swelled
to full bloom
and I am
deafened by
their screaming chant
that takes me into my heart.

The sound of the peepers
has been from all time,

and they are back.

Check out Rick's Blog on Peepers