Into the Woods

 

Over the fence posts and down past the pines

where the woods open up and the pathway unwinds

by the pond that is nestled so deep in the trees

comes the sound of the Peepers, they’re singing for me!

The folks in the city haven’t a clue–

barking and shouting are theirs for review.

No song from the tree frogs after a shower

or scent from the buds that have burst into flower;

or the smell of damp earth as it waits for the seed,

or the chirp of new babies eager to feed.

Yet for me, it’s the Peepers—when I hear them sing

 that confirms, unequivocally, that it’s finally Spring!

 

© Ginny Brannan 2023