Dawn, and the peepers are still calling. The bridal-wreath bush glows brighter than the thin grin of a moon rising through the trees.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
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At dawn, scattered drops—a passing...
At dawn, scattered drops—a passing shower. Spring peepers in the corner of the field call in spurts, like an engine running out of fuel.
Also tagged dawn, rain
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A morning so dark, the spring peepers...
A morning so dark, the spring peepers call between showers. At the wood’s edge, slow as a dream, a blue-headed vireo repeats its only line.
Also tagged blue-headed vireo, rain
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What makes the spring peepers start...
What makes the spring peepers start calling in the middle of a morning, with sun so strong I can see the faint pollen filming the floor?
Labor Day. A spring peeper at dawn....
Labor Day. A spring peeper at dawn. In the great silence, I can hear the approach of what will turn into drizzle: the thinnest of whispers.
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Up early enough to catch the end of...
Up early enough to catch the end of the shortest night of the year, alive with wind and gurgling water, fireflies, a lone spring peeper.
Also tagged gray squirrel
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Another cold morning. During a pause...
Another cold morning. During a pause in the robin’s song, I can hear the spring peepers’ tireless ME ME ME ME ME down in the marsh.
Also tagged robin
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I can smell the rain coming two hours...
I can smell the rain coming two hours away. When it finally arrives, mixed in with the falling leaves, two spring peepers begin to call.
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Before light, a pair of spring peepers...
Before light, a pair of spring peepers calling down by the boggy corner of the field—ready to spring again, if only it weren’t time to fall.
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