trilling toads

I’d forgotten how much I’d missed it – the sound of trilling toads. The frogs have been back for a few days, so I’m used to their calls, and I thought I felt warm, I thought I felt spring. But then today, basking between chores in the sun, something rose up from underneath all the frog-song, through the middle of it, then over it all… “rrrroreeeeeeeeee…” Rattling my brain, it shook loose the last bits of ice from the shadowy corners of my mind, and now I feel warmth not just from the sun outside, but radiating up from down deep in my belly. If I could bellow like a bullfrog, I would.