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
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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