Spring in cottage country
– a time of magic –
when nature comes to life after a long deep sleep.
Hundreds of fireflies twinkle
backlit by the river of pulsing stars stretched overhead.
The night air fills with the chirping, jingle bell chorus of peepers seeking out a mate.
The musty odour of humus and fresh scent of new growth fills my senses.
Shadowy shapes move through the tree-line
where predator and prey engage in a nightly fight to the finish.
Soon the stifling heat of summer will bring new sights and sounds
to draw me even more from winter’s lethargy
to awaken my senses to nature’s wonders surrounding me.
This is a fun poem about spring. Some of the descriptions are rather interesting. It’s always fun to see what others connect to certain things.
Thanks rainmaker for your comments… It was fun selecting five words and bringing them together in a poem
I felt the calm and magic in this poem. Favourite line: ‘backlit by the river of pulsing stars stretched overhead’…