Crickets
One simple sound always reminds me of summer.
Sitting on the porch , the air heavy with the fragrance
of the lilac at the corner of the house..the sound of crickets
a backdrop for summer dreaming.
Nothing pressing to do, nowhere special to go.
content to just sit and watch the moon..
and listen to the cricket chorus. Sometimes the chirping
is almost drowned out by the sound of the frogs
that live down by the well..but the crickets are
persistent and proud of their voice.
Time is nothing; now is all and tomorrow seems far, far away.
For the Sound of Summer contest
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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