Return of The Peepers
Poem Challenge
I wait to hear this sound every Spring,
the chorus of peepers.
The song comes back every year
and yet, it always surprises me.
I am still waiting for this sound to come
this Spring. Snow falls in April and
catches in the early mud,
that freezes once again.
Pockets of the peepers’ song will
split the dark and takeover the forest,
as the rest of the animals start to stir
awake for the season to return.
The sky turns from snowy white,
to a robin egg blue as a sure sign of
true Spring.
Still, I wait.
About the Creator
Fiona Howell
I'm Fiona Howell, an Irish musician and author living in New Hampshire, US. I have three books out on Amazon: The Locked Box, Blackwood, and The Promised Kind. I have three poems published in anthologies by the Peterborough Poetry Project.
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