NATURE Poem: CICADES, by Grace Ilagan Angel

Sycamore branches hang low
and vibrate with a high pitched
rhythmic hum
the songs of summer…

Fresh cut grass
tickling our toes
Stuttering lawn sprinklers
Scatter ribbons of water
Fractured sunlight
splintered rainbows
everywhere

The evening wind toys
with a playground swing
Gypsy moths at the altar
of a flickering street lamp
The jasmine withers,
cutting the night air
with its heady scent

Listen
to the staccato buzzing
rising and falling
into bottomless dark
chasing summers

Of long ago….

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