MARCHing: a writer’s rebirth

The peepers are back, those invisible frog beings that fill the evening air and the morning stillness with their lilting advertisements for a mate. ..nature's early edition of the personals. The red wing blackbirds have also returned. Their raucous call is not the most lyrical, but I am enamored of their feisty announcements...here I am, they proclaim, here I stay. Each bird picks the tallest of last year's grasses, perches on the very top and sways through the serenade. Life returns to the pond. It [...]