When the Blackbird Calls
The Metaphorical — Spring 2026When the Frogs Speak Winter does not surrender in a single moment. It withdraws gradually, almost reluctantly, as though the earth itself must be persuaded to breathe again. Snow recedes into the shaded corners of the woods, the frozen ground loosens beneath a low drifting fog, and the air begins to carry that deep and unmistakable scent of soil remembering life. It…











