Cicada

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Cicada Musicians of the desert. your song is white noise, heard by only a few. Those that know you are passing, come to stay a day, find a love, and fly way… Others hate your buzz. It drives them crazy. I am sorry for them. They have missed a miracle, composed of tiny legs and wings, that sing and bring the fall. What other things come and go? What other things do you know? Right in front of you, A world of possibilities… To love and understand, or take for granted if you can.

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 8/29/2019 8:55:00 PM

Ah, they will always sound like an orchestra now.

Ann Foster
Date: 8/29/2019 10:06:00 PM

I can hear them now, my window is open. There is a singer among them, whispering...come outside and play, the stars are dancing... Hugs. Ann

Xuefeng Pan

Date: 8/27/2019 9:33:00 PM

Meaningful and thought-provoking...

Ann Foster
Date: 8/28/2019 1:08:00 AM

so nice for you to stop by... I always look forward to your kind words. Ann

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 8/27/2019 2:30:00 AM

Hello Ann … Interesting write Ann. Cicadas can be annoying and hard to see. If you get close to them they shut up. I did enjoy your poem Ann - Lindsay

Ann Foster
Date: 8/27/2019 9:02:00 AM

Grandpa taught me to catch them and hold them. He taught me to do that to wild things(lol a lot of them), so I would not be afraid of every "little" thing. It worked. I use that often in all parts of my life. Hugs my friend. Have the very best of days. Ann

Kurt Ravidas

Date: 8/26/2019 5:01:00 PM

There is one place on the Mediterranean coast - a grove of very old olives. They're so old they don't bear fruits anymore, but they're full of cicadas. I'd like to die there. Belle vers libre, Ann.

Ann Foster
Date: 8/27/2019 8:58:00 AM

It is now on my bucket list, just to visit(the place you elegantly describe). I once was in Cali...before now(it is gone), in the Mtns, a place full of lady bugs. The world moved, everywhere, red and black and green. Bright sunshine through the trees. Life...magic...a gift from Him. Have the very nicest day. Ann

Sandra Adams

Date: 8/26/2019 2:09:00 PM

beautifully penned...reading this as i am listening to them outside...so sweet the sounds of nature all around us...each season has its own orchestra...if one knows how to listen...love this, enjoyed the read... :) hugs

Ann Foster
Date: 8/26/2019 4:51:00 PM

Sweetly singing the honey bees at their voices... Yes, so alive. I live in the desert, but it can be green here. Bugs, so incredible! Have the very best day my friend. I love your poems as well. God Bless and flowers at your doorstep, ... always... Ann