Monday, March 28, 2011

the peepers

The peepers sing,
in the dusk.
      Out of the mud,
       Their song drifts
        Sweet and green.

                                       -Kathleen Tenepas-

Actually, the month-long, haunting song of the peepers has ended, and I am missing it. But the girls find them skitting across the shallow creeks beds, ready to make acquaintance.


crochet lady said...

Peepers and spring time....together like peas in a pod.

That is such a cute little fella sitting on your hand.

wayside wanderer said...

What a sweet little froggie. I wish I could hear the peeping.

The dB family said...

I agree with crochet lady. Here I think they're buried deep in the mud yet. We STILL have snow on the ground, but the sunshine sure is feeling good!


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