Where Spring-peepers Sing

Snow-swaddled swamp waits in chill-brazen dusk

Wind wails through cattails, blue, bullish and brusque

Umber-capped hilltop rouses thoughts of spring

Where in its twilight the spring peepers sing

Ruddy reed weathered by winter’s caress

Longs for the chestnut of summer-rich tress

Stark-still they suffer knowing time will bring

Saunter of zephyr where spring peepers sing

Shadow-hands etch frozen art on a sheaf

Yearning for whisper of unfolded leaf

Ah, lovely meadow of first-flower fling

Where we can list to the spring peepers sing

© Janet Martin