Year-Leap Poem by John Beaton

Year-Leap

Rating: 5.0


This field in winter forms a wetland, quiet
except for hushing rainfall, rushing hail,
a breeze that, fussed with snowflakes, seems to sigh at
the calls of robin, chickadee, and quail,
and swishing noises as a buck picks through
a copse of wild roses, red with thorns,
briar stems, and rose-hips, which he'll chew
as velvet slowly silences his horns.

And then the frogs! These mud-lark choristers,
raucous for amplexus, now rejoice—
last night we heard no chirrups, chirps, or chirrs;
tonight they'd overwhelm a stentor's voice—
and, swamping winter with their song, they bring
good news: the year is sound, and crouched to spring.

Monday, December 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: frog,joy,sound,spring
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I live in a rural area. During winter there's relative silence. Then, one night, the frogs start croaking. Spring has arrived! This poem won a first equal place in the Maria W. Faust Sonnet Contest and it has been previously published in "Eyes on BC" magazine.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Beaton 07 November 2019

Thanks, Jazib. I enjoyed your poem too.

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Jazib Kamalvi 07 November 2019

Such a nice poem, John Beaton. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.

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