Gershon Wolf Poet Couplet

Summer Night Symphonies

Locusts and crickets rub their legs like mad
   Their summer night symphonies uniformly bad

Yet when chill breezes still these musicians' strings
   I long for the return of their discordant wings

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Caren Krutsinger December 17, 2019 at 5:21 PM I think they are wonderfully melodic; I love all of the night sounds! Gershon Wolf December 17, 2019 at 5:32 PM --even the sound of the wolf at the door?! LOL. Thanks, Caren! :) gw

Chris Green December 16, 2019 at 1:06 PM This was fun my friend. Those concerts of spring and summer are certainly worth waiting for. Gershon Wolf December 16, 2019 at 2:21 PM Tickets go on sale when the last snows melt. Discounts available for certain poets for whom I can 'pull some strings!' :) gw

Kim Rodrigues December 15, 2019 at 10:37 PM Nice little rhyme! Enjoyed! Gershon Wolf December 16, 2019 at 2:19 PM Thank you so much, Kim! :) gw

Laura Leiser December 15, 2019 at 10:09 PM I always love those cricket sounds and miss them since we no longer live near a creek area. Great poem, Gershon! :) Gershon Wolf December 16, 2019 at 2:18 PM No crickets in the trees near you? Seems odd... Thanks, Laura, and Season's best, Gershon

Sandra Adams December 15, 2019 at 8:09 PM ...i long to hear their sounds again... come on spring, shove winter out the door, no one cares for the black and white somber days... hugs Gershon Wolf December 15, 2019 at 9:11 PM I think you might well be happy to see Climate Change go berserk, as long as that meant skippng winter in PA! Smiles, Gershon

Alexis Y. December 15, 2019 at 6:54 PM Hi Gershon, I am with you my friend. I enjoyed the read. Have a great evening:-) Alexis Alexis Y. December 15, 2019 at 8:25 PM Lol! If you really want to know, I'm down stairs. Cheers! ( I'll use your famous sentiments tonight). Gershon Wolf December 15, 2019 at 7:19 PM You're with me?! That's great. Are you upstairs or downstairs? LOL. Thanks for your support, Alexis. Happy Happiness, Gershon

Quoth Theraven December 15, 2019 at 6:28 PM Gershon, I like this symphonic poem's feelings felt in chorus. Though locust' eyes, such an other-worldly look. I miss their song too. -Richard Gershon Wolf December 15, 2019 at 7:18 PM Yes. The colder it gets, the more their song is missed… And so it goes every year. Thanks, Richard. Happy happy! ~ gw

Ilene Bauer December 15, 2019 at 5:56 PM i agree completely, gershon! well put! Gershon Wolf December 15, 2019 at 7:15 PM Thank you so much for encouraging me, ilene! Warm wishes, Gershon

Na Na December 15, 2019 at 5:40 PM Thanks for sharing this. You tired of winter already? Na Na December 16, 2019 at 1:20 AM its a balmy -12 here in Nebraska now. 17 inches of snow on the ground Gershon Wolf December 15, 2019 at 7:17 PM Me? Tired of winter? In balmy Chicago? LOL. I may be tired, but not b/c of Old Man Winter… His best/worst is still ahead... Looking forward! :) gw

Evelyn Judy Buehler December 15, 2019 at 5:30 PM I feel the same way, Gershon. Your lovely poem evokes summertime sensations. :) Gershon Wolf December 15, 2019 at 7:14 PM Thank you so much for your lovely comment -- 'evokes summertime sensations.' Appreciate your support greatly, Evelyn. Warm wishes, Gershon '