Behind me some fresh calves frolicked
and chased each other around the safety of their mothers.
Meadowlarks sang from atop nearby fence posts,
joined by chorus frogs hiding below them in the water collected in ditches.
In the distance I heard a covey of sage grouse
chuckle as they danced to impress their ladies.
…And before me the sun kissed the mountain and said “good night.”
This is Spring in western South Dakota. This is home. This is why I love it here.