Where the Wood Frogs Sing
Early Spring in the Contoocook Valley
Winter’s poor stretch of weather
replaced by warmer days.
The Contoocook’s current continues
its swift flow, fed by melting snow.
Daffodils have only green shoots
but a chorus of wood frogs
sweeps across an ephemeral pool.
The wave of crimson haze
along the forest’s edge foretells
the appearance of fresh leaves.
Watchers on the hills attempt
to catch the hawks’ migration
as nuthatches search for cozy crevices
in which to construct their new nests.
Lainie Senechal
