Exit

August 28, 2011 Small Stones.

exit  by Teri H Hoover

You exit like a vapor into the clouds.

 

Listening closely to not hear summer ending.

If fact on Monday I wrote a verse called the Crickets song- twice

(on my writing blog a small stone Gathering .)

One with melancholic overtones

Side One

Impossibly quiet footfall

In this beginning of late summer stillness-

hundreds of crickets

paint a translucent wash of color with their song

muffling the sadness

-in my heart

blurring the line

-of the seasons

dulling the edges

-of my fear

                   with love

One infused lustful hopefulness

Side Two

The sound of thoughts blending to footsteps

Awash in a buffer of blessing.

In this not yet autumn

the songs of hundreds crickets

fearlessly sing in the transition of seasons,

dipping into

the paint bucket of translucent color

singing all their might

LOVE ME!!!

I even went so far as to record several bits of the crickets song on my cell phone. And when I download that to YouTube I will put it here. They came out really well.

It is now the dusky part of evening, when husband I  are usually returning from our walk. Instead I sit alone and listen to the crickets song through an open kitchen window. However I do not wonder why the cricket sings because the purpose of  the crickets song on Wikipedia says they are indeed a happy bunch.  And my husband was right.

They sound content more than happy to me. So tonight I will breathe in their contentment and take a bit for me. 

Good bye August - Hello September.

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