the undulating chorus

Spring Peeper (Pseudacris crucifer) - Breeding pond

Here’s a poem I wrote about twenty years ago, about those tiny beings:


Spring Peepers


In spring the frog sounds like a bird

who with his cousins curves the night

around the pond with hot blue songs

that bend the mud and send the slight

sounds shivering into the dark,

across wet pasture, black with sleep



Across the field the undulating

chorus bites through rock and mud

to say the winter yields its howling

to the tough truth’s greening blood

The eyes of songbirds cut the clouds,

their silent flight to north and nest.




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