Spring Peepers

This photo from Google images...

In the last two weeks, the Spring Peepers have begun their chorus - deafening love songs from what must be millions of tiny bodies. I drive by Tom's Creek , along South Seton Avenue at dusk, and their voices envelop me.


Spring Peepers




In spring the frog sounds like a bird
who with his cousins curves the night
around the pond with hot blue songs
that bend the mud and send the slight
sounds shivering into the dark,
across wet pasture, black with sleep


Across the field the undulating
chorus bites through rock and mud
to say the winter yields its howling
to the tough truth’s greening blood
The eyes of songbirds cut the clouds,
their silent flight to north and nest.

Visiting Cape May

I was checking the Cape May Bird Sightings site and found this guy... a Harbor Seal photographed by Mihcael O'Brien near Convention Hall in Cape May. I didn't know seals came to Cape May!

No warbler sightings yet. I'm rushing the season.

Spring Break

As I've said before, I don't have a digital camera anymore since mine died.
So this photo is taken from almostgotit.com on Google images. But it looks like my garden today. So happy to see the spring flowers emerging, and the snow receding.



Towards March




Trees shake their shoulders restlessly.
What to do with those wandering
songs we used to sing?
Singing about Autumn in a Summer Song...
What is the season for leaving
when is there no more leaving?

Wines age gracefully, though
some sour
when opened.
You should drink some of them
six hours after they are bottled.

Old love
hear at the creek ,
wild phlox blooming still.