and holy
                              days asleep in the calendar wake up and chime.

                                             – William Stafford (“How You Know”)

Tree frogs awake in the dark,
in the rain, a steady wave of chorusing
croaks upon croak—thousands

clear the air in their throats
again and again, prolong moments
no one else seems to want.

I pause in my tracks listening
deep into the wet blackness to a holy
tradition begun before man.




7 responses to “RAIN SONGS

  1. Stunning. So nice to see these wild flowers.


  2. I can hear the resonating waves of croaks in the line “…thousand/clear the air in their throats again and again…” but what made me pause was the line “…prolong moments/no one else seems to want.” Lovely. Here we have a spring frog called “spring peepers”. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwZtqDMxoQI
    By the way, congratulations on your award!


    • Thank you, Susanne. Just talked with my son who accepted my statuette in Fort Worth in my stead. A city of a million, he says, that feels like a only 100,000 of the friendliest people he’s ever encountered, live music everywhere.

      Your peeper’s soprano solos above the baritone chorus is delightful!


  3. Peter Notehelfer

    Interesting: one man’s croak is another man’s music . . . Very nicely written!


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