The Cicada's Song
This is a poem I wrote in the Summer and with the wet winter we are experiencing in New Zealand this year it seemed pertinent to type it here as we wait for longer days and clear sunny weather.
The Summer sun streams down
I am surrounded by the cicada's song
Incessant, hidden, sireptious
They care not that their life is short.
They live for the moment
Basking in the sun
Singing their repitious sonata.
Some days my head is too full of their music.
It drowns out my thoughts as I sit in the shade.
Too soon the summer sun will be gone
And with it the cicade sounds.
Winter will take hold.
The sun will be but a pale shadow or her self
And I will sit in coat and cap
Longing for the warmth of Summer.