Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Happy Birthday, Johno! Peeper sounds abound in April
It's the birthday of my brother John, so here's a shout out to him: Happy Birthday, Johno!
I've always thought of April 7th as lucky, marked by his birth in Albert Lea, Minnesota, early in the morning on a spring day, back when I was 7 years old.
April is National Frog Month, and so I went in search of some images for John, whose daughters are fond of frogs and toads. The Smithsonian website has a good collection of amphibians.
A number of facebook friends posted this collective poem. One comment read: "Somewhere I have a haiku about daffodils as the sound of peepers made visible."
I'm lifting their words for a first blog publication, crediting the authors below. A little gift for my bro, musician with a keen ear for natural sounds and peeper songs. Thank you, facebook friends... And hey, poets: weigh in and tell us just how you wrote this poem!
The peeper frogs of April nights
sound like Spring.
the way the tiny
fat buds on the tree branches look,
and the way the first whiff of thawing grass
smells and like a friendly
alarm clock for your sense of possibility
after the long huddle of winter. I love peepers.
I would wear one as a brooch
if I could.
They sound like
Music to my ears!
I always wave wildly to them
but I can never tell if they wave
back. So tiny.
Like the stars whistling for the comets
to come home. Like tulip tree fingers
ttrumming harp strings of rain.
Hat brims of peeper songs
spilling over in the dark.
by Julia Dadds, Chuck Rogers, Carolyn VanderWiele, Nell Weatherwax, Melodie Hudson, Lisa Wheeler-Lovell, Diane Kondrat