National Poetry Month Challenge - Day 10
Signs
Forget the calendar, the sun, or moon--
their report of spring's arrival works elsewhere,
but 'round these parts, the seasons come in firsts,
this one marked as much by ear as sight--
the morning the gossip of grackles awakes us,
the noon a robin decries, "tut tut tut,"
until, one warmer evening, we step outside
to be greeted by a chorus of courting woodfrogs,
and can be sure the time of growth is here.
--Katherine Quimby Johnson. All rights reserved.
That's right--the wood frogs were courting last night! If you want to know what I heard, go here and click on "Wood Frog."