in a language all her own,
using native inflection
and subtle undertone.
First comes a whisper
just a breath among the leaves;
slowly building resonance
as lower tones increase.
As quiet drips turn rivulets
to build to steady stream,
and crash in throes against the rocks
to join with sea again--
we hear her voice increase in pitch,
with fevered timbre, modulate,
while newest off-spring gather round
to echo song; to resonate.
And just as the crescendo breaks
we come to understand this thing:
this aria, this symphony
bears witness to the birth of Spring.
© Ginny Brannan 2013
Sharing at d'Verse Poets Open Link Night Week #89.
Heard the "peepers" as I left work last night, a sure sign of season's change!
Happy Spring, y'all!!