Cricket Tunes
So fragile, those cricket tunes pulsing through
early autumn's rhapsodic winds, to serenade
unfurled blooms while night glimmers
through a gentle musicale:
how the cadence drifts like a percussion
ticking with air's tempo where notes whistle buzz
about October's exit and prodigal winter's return...
A melody echoes through amber cypress
without purpose, just innately quaking
along street lamps nonchalant as tumbled leaves--
that I, an evening-child
absorb this orchestral play, enthralled
by a mellow alto winging upon my bosom,
until cricket hymns gradually vanish,
this finale softer than soft... how midnight
closes its autumnal fest for a patron
like myself etching this last soundtrack, my balm!
1/15/2019
Music to My Ears : For Silent One
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2019
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