Peepers

Last night they sang,

A surprise in the dark,
Love’s voice
At winter’s end.
Out of the cold water,
Creeping up bare branches
To serenade the stars,
To cry out to the fullest moon,
They call us to listen.
These tiny peepers
Carry a cross on their back,
Like one long ago
Who sang in the night
When Spring seemed far away,
Who gave us love
Like a full moon,
Something to mark
Our winter’s end,
Something to make us stop
Hold our breath
Listen with the heart
Give thanks
For such an unexpected joy.

--March 27, 2013