Friday, April 5, 2013

E is for Evening

Bird song fades
Sun descends from it's place
high in the sky

Cool breezes pick up
Swirling the leftover leaves
newly uncovered from melting snow
Crackle with motion not had in fall

Stillness sourounds
stars pierce the growing darkness
Frog song sounds

I first heard the "Peepers" this year Easter evening. Nothing says spring like these guys.


Clarissa Draper said...

I love how you make us hear the spring. I love your poems.

Roshni AaMom said...

Lovely description!

Geo. said...

Beautiful poem. Don't get snow here so it was a special glimpse into the season change. Final line,"Frog song sounds", pins the whole thing to memory. Brava.