Ode to Spring Peepers

All was needed was a day of warmth for the glorious sounds of spring
The sweet peep of young frogs welcome the arrival of Ostara
Up from the vernal pools to sing in the soft pussy willows
The robins scurry over the dried wintered lawns itching the grasses up
The day grows longer. The trees awaken. The young berry branches flush red.
Oh happy are the days of spring peepers. peeper2Chirp, peep and tweet away.
Hail Spring! Hail the glorious Spring Peepers

Written by FrancesAnnWy @2015

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