Serenade

The sun had set.  Twilight was about to blanket the sky with the colors of a Maxfield Parrish painting.  I love to walk at that time; when the day is perched on the edge of activity and repose. 

Last week as I walked past the mucky ponds near my home, I heard the first serenade of the peepers.  They were singing,  albeit a bit groggily, their first ode to spring. 

I spoke words of heartfelt gratitude, out onto the darkened waters where they lay, thankful for their reminder of the assuring rhythm of nature, the healing power of transformation, and the endless possibility that lies within the warmer days approaching.

words & image © Heather Rhodes at Studio Petronella