Frogs

Way down the holler
Down yonder over
The hill behind the house
Is a stream
Swampy all round
Cattails stand tall but
Dead from last year
Green shoots just risin'
Along the banks.
Sittin' on the back porch
You can listen
Real quiet like
And hear them
Shh, do you hear them?
Little ol' frogs
Just a peepin'
Voices like rusty hinges
Singin' a love song
Singin' of spring.

Stubborn Spring

Nearly here,
Stubborn spring
Clings to the skirts
Of Winter.
Dragging snow
And cold
Back again
And Again.
Hiding here
In flowerbeds
Daring daffodils
To push through
Whispering lies
Of cold
And frostbite
In the ears
Of silly bulbs.