Stiff, frozen branches stretch and sway, flexing their limbs after the long winter freeze. Smells of long-buried leaves begin to fill the air. The spring melt has flooded the forrest floor.

Birds are starting to make their way back north, but still their songs are few and far between. The silence is broken, though. A melodic, yet eerie song echoes through the trees.

peeeeep peeeep. peeeeeeep peeeep.

At night I lay in bed with the windows open. The swamped forrest behind our house is filled with their calls. It’s so loud I can barely hear myself think. 

It’s the peeper’s songs of spring.

I lay there and imagine the dark, quiet forrest. But it’s not still. The frogs leap and dance with joy.

Spring has finally come.