Peepers sing

When Winter comes,

peepers tuck beneath the bark,

of naked sleeping trees.

Hiding, from the

snappy winds,

Silently,

they wait. 

Coyotes howl

Owls screech

Untamed lullabies echo

by the light of the shivery moon.

Snow blankets mossy beds,

The forest remains asleep. 

Spring thaws

 nighttime crescendo begins,

The choir

wakes the forest. 

The song

of the peepers

calls-

flowers to bloom,

And the Robins home.

This nighttime song;

It's how I know it's Spring.