Spring Peepers Attempt to Wake the Sleeping

Sunday sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

I know my hearing isn’t very good.
But listen, there’s no missing that peep sound.
The endless peeping from the frog pond would
win first prize for the loudest noise around.

I hope I don’t sound like their song upsets
me. Though it does start early in the day
and steadily grows louder ‘till it gets
at loud as sirens screaming fire, I say.

There’s no mistaking what’s this time of year.
They’re not the only peepers peeping here.
Plants peeping through with color, loud and clear
will fill our hearts with gladness and good cheer.

Next morning, quiet snow blankets the land.
I guess these peepers wait to make their stand.

Photo by William J Spirdione

Thank you, Katie Michaelson and The Daily Cuppa, for publishing these Sunday sonnets.