It is the snap of daffodils
piercing mud
they have been under
too long sleeping,
in the throats of peepers
chanting all night
their pagan worship
suddenly, you know it–
that pause happening only
inside April, the indrawn breath
the gasp from everything living
when hands draw sky open,
pulling back gauze curtains
across a window too long blocked
from direct light.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
WOOHOO Spring at last. Spring at last. Great God almighty spring at last. This is my response to your fine poem.;-)
Hee, hee. Now I will hear MLK in the throats of the peepers. Why not?
“that pause happening only
inside April, the indrawn breath”
this, and pagan worship, are singing to me!
Thanks! Love spring peepers. Do you have them where you are? They are LOUD little buggers. Good thing their hormonal partying is beautiful to listen to.
I don’t know if I do…I haven’t heard any yet, I don’t think.
You couldn’t miss the happy, cheering, chirring racket all night. I am going to have to record it and share.
you should!
Done and done. Tomorrow.
at last
spring’s sprites arrive
the earth stirs
at last
sleeping daffodils snap
to life to wave
to stir spring worshippers
at last, and the long waiting and withheld voices
of poets spring to life
singing, celebrating, dancing to
this new external unfolding,
internal awakening and joyous stirrings all humming
Ah, Noel, you nailed it! Beautiful, beautiful words. I feel like poetry is springing up from the earth, post-equinox, and you must be feeling similar stirrings, with that fresh new (and gorgeous) life in your family.
You have your own distinct rhythm for sure, Susan–this showcases it beautifully.
Johnny, thank you. I think what makes it mine is I am unaware of what I am doing while/when I am doing it 😉
It took a while but the warmth of the westcoast finally got there. Sending you more warm thoughts Susan!
David, thank you! I could use a little warmth… You are too kind 😉
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Awesome! I love the lines about the peepers. I just mentioned peepers in a Spring poem the other day on my blog and half expected people to ask what they are, lol. 🙂
O Gawd YES!
Yes! Everything living gasps.:) Beautiful! -Jennifer
Thanks, Jennifer!
I have peepers by the millions – but not yet – more snow today. You give the season drama.
Oh, what a shame. I will never complain about Western New York weather again. Mine are certainly partying it up now.
I should really experience spring one of these days 🙂
Oh, come on over, C!
I was so enjoying the warmth of Spring..until hit 34 yesterday. UGH. But you bring the “awakening” so well here Susan. I love the nightly serenade of the peepers
Oh, Audra, me too! It is so pretty, and so LOUD, I’m glad I do!
Pagan worship, har… love it. Strength of sun…equal to August 28th.
Ah…wish it felt as warm as August 28th out there…
You are not alone…. such is the residual influence of the warm and cold months – normal high of around 55° here for this date, and 78° for the August one. .
To paraphrase the King James–GET THEE BEHIND ME, JET STREAM…