Peep
Little is more hopeful than the sound
of spring peepers, the joy of reptilian
resurrection after the flash-freeze
of winter. They seem to rouse at once,
a full-throated chorus in the marsh,
their symphony bidding all
to shed the shroud of hibernation
and embrace a new dawn.
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This poem is from the chapbook Cloister Walk by Priscilla Melchior (Finishing Line Press) at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/cloister-walk-by-priscilla-melchior/
Priscilla Melchior has had a lifelong love of wilderness, whether it be the woods of eastern North Carolina, the marshlands of the Outer Banks, or the mountains of Virginia, where she retired in 2011. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee whose work has appeared in The North Carolina Literary Review, Streetlight Magazine, The Ekphrastic Review, and Verse Virtual, among others. Cloister Walk is her first published collection.
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