Cricket Song

The wind is fierce tonight

And the crickets sing.

 

Out of season

The crickets sing.

 

In the warm days and cool nights

Of an easy, early Spring,

The night lives with cricket song.

 

Winter is not done,

 

Yet.

 

The wind is a harbinger,

A vanguard,

Of fierce and frigid frozen Winter,

Which will ride for a night or two or three or more.

 

Winter isn’t done.

 

Yet.

 

Still the crickets sing.

 

Winter winds will slow them,

Maybe kill them.

 

Still they sing.

 

Cricket song is the herald of Spring.

 

Maybe their songs kill Winter.

 

I don’t know.

Sounds fanciful.

 

However…

 

I hope my life,

When it ends,

Ends with me singing Winter to death.

About these ads

4 thoughts on “Cricket Song

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s