Cooler days and longer nights,
late day showers soak the lawn;
no longer parched from summer sun.
As summer passes her baton,
I wonder “Do the crickets know?”
Do they sense the subtle change
as daylight wanes and time moves on?
Their song’s as loud as first they sang
when winter’s thaw bloomed into spring—
Do they discern the shorter days,
the shift arriving on the breeze
the autumn chill that’s in the air?
Their tune belies the changes seen
as winter creeps upon our door...
yet, one thing that I know for sure
is in the long and quiet months
we’ll long to hear their song once more
© Ginny Brannan 2019
Photo taken by Charlie Parant. Find this and more at his website Appetite for Photos. Used with expressed written permission.
Photo taken by Charlie Parant. Find this and more at his website Appetite for Photos. Used with expressed written permission.
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