Listening for Spring
On certain nights, if you pay close attention, you can hear the turn of a season.
By Susan Shetterly
I leave a window open on April nights and put my pillow close to that cold slice of air because I want to hear spring come back to this small clearing. Sometimes it snows, and I hear instead the sharp tick of flakes against the glass. But mostly, the sounds are new.One night a flock of Canada geese flew north under the half-moon. I woke to their bugling from the south and listened as the birds crossed over the roof, close enough to catch the sound of their wings like a bow drawn back and forth across the bass strings of a cello.
