peepers choir -
oh, you ...
diminutive little creature
no bigger than
my pinky's fingernail
yet your sweet song fills
my chill spirit with hope as large
as creation -
a longing for warmth and promise -
bright life and joyous activity
a buoyant anticipation
of better things to come
and the mysteries and ebullience
of summer
your twilight serenade has
at long last returned
and like you ...
I am awakening.
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