Cicadas Singing
Sunday, September 25, 2011 at 11:56PM
The light still lingers till it's late;
Summer breezes whisper through
Leafy branches as we play,
Then we hear the sweet debut.
Summer's singers
Raise their voices
Stopping swingers
With their chorus;
Hundreds chirping while we swing,
Blue eyes wondering at the noise
Of invisibles who sing,
Hiding all their grace and poise.
Clinging, swinging, flinging flight.
Ringing, winging, singing joy.
Catching final rays of light
Is their common ground and ploy.
A child will laugh, such music sweet,
At this deafening love song;
Shrill cicadas call to meet
Another before day is gone.
The symphony of tympani
Can prove to overwhelm the sky!
How many can their number be;
Will they swoop, or stay, or fly?
They quiet suddenly and then
When shoes are off and swings are high
Their courtship song begins again,
Filling ears and hearts and sky.
Cicadas' chorus rising, fading
Welcomes summer evenings still;
Yet their voices calling, aiding
Autumn's changes, autumn's chill.
Reader Comments (7)
Okay, I'll be the stupid reader - what's tympani?
The pictures are perfect for the poem. I love that sweet sweaty face, my favorite is the last one!
Megan, tympani are some parts that help make the very loud noise that cicadas are capable of making. I saw that word reading about them and immediately thought that phrase. I am not even too sure it's used properly, but it sounded so right... :)
You do research on what you write? You're such a great blogger. I'm quite impressed.
Megan, only when I don't have a clue what I'm talking about (which almost never happens)...hahahahahahaha!!
A great blogger blogs more than twice a month, eh? :P
You need to grace us with poetry more often! Love the listening faces!!
i love the first photo--eyes full of wonder! Beautiful words.